Spring 2016.

It was the time I arrived in Stockholm.

It felt very cold for a springtime, and I asked myself was this really the spring?

A few days after, a Swedish friend told me that she had a nightmare that she missed the summer but when she woke up it was raining outside; only then she was relieved that it is the spring and not the summer yet.

Among the passing time waiting a summer that is yet to come or not coming at all, and the nightmare of a lost summer; we are ageing without knowing if we missed our reality or we are living it in a dream?