Today, 15 years ago I moved here. There is a story behind, of course: I lived in Malmö and had no plans to do otherwise. The morning of Jan 11 2011 one of my neighbours, a mentally ill addict, decided that I should die. He tried to kick the door down whilst shouting and threatening me. He came back later, around noon, and tried again.
I managed to escape and then spent six weeks on a friend's floor. I needed a new home urgently and Landskrona was cheap and with lots of available apartments. And here I am.

Why did he want to kill me, you may ask. I have no idea. I had never talked to him. He died some 10 years ago in a freak accident. Him and 2 others died of carbon monoxide poisoning due to a badly handled fireplace. They were too drunk to notice.
Did I call the police? No. No good would have come of that, and also... police. I'm still traumatized by this.

I like my little apartment, i mean; all my stuff is here, but #Landskrona will never be home. It's a pretty little town, but "home" is #Malmö, and always will be. I don't want to die here. I might, but I don't want to. I cannot afford to move. Moving costs - something ppl don't seem to understand, and I have no network that can help me pack, clean, carry and move stuff so I would have to pay for all those services... which I can't.

So here we are.... Me and my stuff...

- An old map of #landskrona f. 1903
- I love my kitchen fittings, original from 1944.
- Winter Aconite in a pot
- Two "cobra" phones ( #ericophone ), a lamp, and a #sauropod.
- My #trabant
- Bathroom #dinosaur. (Yes - that's a thing)

Sunday soundtrack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEY0oYCeEiQ