Ahhhh, this is what I call summer! The temperature has finally become bearable. As soon as I finished my last script for tonight, I went for a walk in my neighborhood here on NÃ¸rrebro. It’s a lovely place, with lots of interesting things to look at. It feels like a little bit of adventure for me as I walk past the house where the man who wears shirts but no pants lives. I’ve met him once. He was yelling at some girls walking at the other side of the street, who in his opinion were talking too loud. Shirt, but no underpants on. Then there is the brothel down the street, which says “massage institute” and I’ve always wondered what would happen if I went in there and asked for a shoulder rub. Would they do that? I’ve seen mostly Middle Eastern men and truckers go in there. Then it’s the Youth House, which is having to seriously fight for their existence. The young punk and hip-hoppers adds quite a bit of flavor with their alternative scene. I love these streets, because they have structure and flavor of real life. Cracks in the paint, street art, crazy people talking to themselves in the grocery store, drunks hanging out in the park. At the same time there are young couples with paint buckets, people who clean up a patch and start a pizzeria, a bike repair shop, a gallery and a bakery where you can get fresh bread. Old and new, side by side, in a good balance.