Another year gone by.

And suddenly another year has passed by.
Parents calling and singing Las mañanitas in phone. After another day in the library with my beloved group (spending two hours debating a name for our paper, another hour doing the final last reading through, and four hours making the last changes), handing in The Falklands war and stepping out in the sun for pizza, wine and tiramisu. Raspbery- mojito at Deabaser with fina Matilda follows. Get home to find a book from dad in the brevinkast. Mig äger ingen. "En storartad kärleksförklaring till en pappa som älskade sin dotter över allt men ändå inte räckte till", it says on the back. Inside it an out-torn page from his old sketchbook for math-formulas with congratulations. My dad who still thinks of himself as an old-fashioned vänster-proggare would rather write congrats on toiletpatper than sink to level where he buys a glitzy birthday card. Out of pure principles. It still manages to produce a tear in my eye. "Många graulationer på födelsedan. Riktig present får du i Götet! kramar P."