In the night from Stockholm to Bejing.. Two people had a first and a last night.. one man and one woman.. In the night a woman knocked on the door of a man in a long corridor. Quietly went out passing from the city centre.. Östermalmstorg, Gamla Stan, Södermalm and Alvik.. the colorful lights of the city shining for welcoming a new year stayed back one by one. The man was silent; the woman was playing music from radio. The woman was quite hungry when they arrived to the house.. woman ate bread with butter and salad.. then a soup, then a pancake, and then one more pancake.. they shared the only beer at home.. then they had a tea. They read a piece of high book together and then sat on a sofa. The woman showed the picture of Saint Petersburg where she was grown up from an oldish photo-book that she laughed softly of its language. The woman put her head in the man’s arms. The man touched her hair, cheeks, ears, nose and lips. Then the woman put his head on her arms. Man felt the rhythm of her heart. He was puzzled since he loved that feeling too much. He said to the woman how long it had been not listening a heart. She loved that too. She loved the idea that the man’s enjoying her heartbeats. The man stayed for long time on her heart being in peacefulness.
When the lights of the morning rose in a mood of sleeplessness but full of happiness, it was the time to leave with drunken souls and love in arms. The man took a last breath from her neck into his lever deeply.
To the train, in between the doors to be closed having the last kisses … When the doors closed, and she disappeared, it was the time when the man felt sad.
The way from Stockholm to Bejing, the way that man would keep as a secret in his life…
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