The first time I moved to Gothenburg, I was five years old. I had nightmares about fireworks and shelters. My first kindergarten in Lövgärdet burned down and my parents went to Hisingen and bought an expensive condominium, five floors above the ground, for me to avoid my nocturnal monsters. I grew up with skateboards and had my first mohawk at fifteen. Mom cried for two days. A few years later I moved to Skåne to become a poet. 

The second time I moved to Gothenburg, I was 20 years old. It was a completely different city. I was in love with a woman whose father had just passed away. She was a snowstorm and a pouring rain. I never knew which day was which. I remember when we kissed for the first time backstage at the Hultsfred festival. Then I waited for her for two years. It's worth remembering. It is my city. I have to put up labels on everything I've done. 

Bonus - Find inspiration for the monuments here. http://sweetart.blogg.se/