Medis
Stockholm, September 2016
My new apartment was located in my favorite island in the Stockholm Archipelago: Södermalm. Apartment Buildings of the beginning of the 20th century, which with the past of time became the hub of the small hipster coffees, start-ups and exotic restaurants. I stood in one of the windows of the last floor of my building starring at the homogenous black roofs that spread in every direction until they met the water of lake Mälaren. My student apartment was completely empty, beside a desk, a bed and the empty white walls which reflected the sunlight; I needed new curtains.
I stared through my window, as I still do now, and looked at the people that walked through Götgatan with no idea that I was looking at them as they, one by one, appeared and disappeared in both directions. And old couple, the hipster looking dude pushing his son’s stroller, the gypsy woman picking cans from the trash, the young kids smoking to be cool, the under-paid foodora couriers. I could stare at them, make stories of their lives in my mind and they will disappear from my site one moment after.
University was starting and my morning ritual will be followed, for the rest of my days in this place, with a walk to the Medborgplatsen Metro Station or as the locals called: Medis. From now on I began telling the people I lived near medis which , due to the housing crisis in Stockholm , gave me some kind of privileged status and made ten times easier to convince a girl to go back home with me after the club. I was in love with Södermalm; with Stockholm. I got to finally be a anonymous in a city where nobody really knew who I was or even cared. Every time I had the chance, I would explore every inch of the island. Every little graffiti bar or café. I ran along the water by day and partied hard during the night at Trädgården. I walked through Slussen through the crows. I smoke pot and drank beer at Skinnarviksberget. I hooked up with a ballet dancer behind Allhelgonakyrkan. I watched the exhibitions at Fotografiska. I left a stencil under Skanstull bridge
I was a restless tiger and Södermalm was my little jungle.