Visa Dream

I am in a concrete room with a wooden counter. There are people taking papers up to the counter. A woman in a dark blue uniform sits behind the counter.

I am told to take a paper up to the counter. I hand it over. Nothing untoward happens. I am surprised. . . . → Read More: Visa Dream

Autodrom Most

the pit

Back in Kalmar I had stayed at Peter’s place. While there I helped do the computer processing of some photos to be printed on T-Shirts using software only written in Spanish for a local tractor appreciation society. At this time, I met Peter’s brother. It turned out he was a . . . → Read More: Autodrom Most