Self-portrait

This is how I looked in the autumn of 1983. Strong as an ox. A sensitive young man with a full appetite for life. I came from a terraced house close to a busy highway. At night I heard the trains on the railway between Gothenburg and Malmö. I was strongly driven to break out of my surroundings, to reinvent myself. Too many thoughts and too many fancies inside my poor skull. So after a monotonous military service I packed my bags and moved up to Stockholm as a 20-year-old, ready to conquer the world.