So ...Malmö.

So, this is Malmö.
Getting up early in the morning, going to school on that red bike that your mum gave you. On the motorway cause there are no biking lanes in Malmö. Hurrying to school, getting there a little to early, standing alone with a half-rotten banana and eating while waiting for someone to engage in a friendly conversation.
Finally forming a reading group with some pot-smoking people dressed in pashminas and dread locks. Yey! Promising yourself to be more open minded. After all, why would you not have something in common with them? Deep inside you, being very grateful that two of your old friends from Gothenburg accompanied you to Malmö.
Getting home to the building project in the ghetto that bears the name studenthem.
Eating alone, accompanied by the one lamp you have. Afterwards, removing the same lamp to your writing desk. Soon the darkness falls over Rosengård.

On the other hand.
Someone in school steps forward and tells you your boots are cute. Someone laughs at your joke. Suddenly, you understand a sentence in your Theories of international relations. Suddenly, you understand something your teacher says. Suddenly, it´s sunny on the campus, outside the coffeshop and suddenly you walk down a few stairs in the library and hear the school choir singing. Suddenly you understand that you are not the only one. Suddenly you go to the Stads-bibliotek and get a library card. Suddenly you´re folbokförd in Malmö. Suddenly you decide to join the cute guy and become member of that ambitious international-politics group. Maybe even join the scool magazine. Yey! I will become an aktivitets-hora. Suddenly you´re drinking wine in your friend´s apartment.
There´s two sides of everything.