We go outside home when it's still raining. Walking through the forest, we arrive to a Swedish neighbourhood and I feel like going back in time: red-blue-yellow wooden houses are surrounding us again, flowers everywhere and blond children playing in the streets, in their yards, in their trampolines, in their treehouses. I wish we could have a treehouse one day. I'm picking flowers from the gardens. A little girl says "Hej då" to us when we pass next to her and I feel like going back in time again: two years ago you and me were also walking around a Swedish neighbourhood.
We are back home. I pour some water in an empty marmalade jar.