collection

So it started in Sweden. In Stockholm.With Fey.
It was still too early for the city what we arrived. To early for this scandianavian city I mean. Sun was there but city was closed. We were sitting on the stairs watching sky around. In the first opened shop we spent 2 hours in the massage chair. And after that it started. First day actually.
It started by chance. Candies. In the small market. All the colors. All the shapes. All u can imagine. And just here. I took one because that was blue. Fey took one because that was strange. I mean – “that was sin – not just to take it”.
Following days - getting to know the city, trying to live in that city – we felt more and more hungry and poor. No problems with dinner we had. They say that Swedish men never pay for a girl – but we met no Swedish person for a week there. Mexicans drinkers, Russian workers, Peru capoeristas, Chili hosts, French dates – we never thought about evening, but during the day we were alone and hungry. Shop prices made us laugh and leave. So once I just took one candy more. And again. And then not one. And then – in every shop. Only stupid thing we did with Fey – was showing all the stolen sweets right next to the entrance of the shop. I just hope that wasn’t as obvious as I imagine.

So it kept on in Moscow. In our university.
In the big company we were still sitting in eating room – late and empty. U have to leave – they said. Buns – which they cook perfectly, tender, full and rough were laying there on the desk.

Let’s take one – I smiled insidiously. I took one. Fey took 4.
That became obsession soon. One bun. 2 buns. Empty room wasn’t already a criteria.

So it continued in night club.
Rush 80th night, I came there later, I was drinking rum before, I came there later to find Fey and all them, beer and vodka we were drinking then, vodka from tiny shot glasses… at the crack of down we left the place, stood 1 minute on the cold air and came back to hide in bags 2 tiny shot glasses.

I want a collection, I said. I want a collection of stolen glasses.

We came in Ikea that day. Hand by hand we passed rooms till we stopped next to white kitchen, so complete one, everything were ready there - plates and forks, cups and pots, even presents and flowers. So we sat at the table, shacked white serviette and placed it on our laps, and started to eat. Well. “eat”. I cooked something and gave it to Fey, presented her silver box, she was as usual salting her food. Then I was drinking espresso and she was washing plates. We left with 2 beautiful long glasses in out bags.

My collection is on windowsill, if anything happens.