The worst ever month to survive. For several reasons I have always had a history with July. It is so anticipated that it becomes empty. I always had something to celebrate during this month, but never actually got to do it. Like for example Ivana Kupala, Eastern European Midsummer fest, always somehow slipped away. Once I did indeed celebrate it with my Swedish friend Alice and my Ukrainian friend Vitaliy in Truhanov island in Kiev in 2006. That night was insane.
Then there was always birthdays I tended to miss of very special people to me. 25th of July is the date. The only time I did celebrate it properly was 2009. We went on a boat through the Stockholms amazing archipelago, to spend the day in Vaxholm, the main island of the thousands surrounding it. With Eriksberg (best Swedish beer) in my hand and wind in my hair I was standing on the upper deck of the boat and watched as we passed sailing boats, yachts, islands with a single house on it, islands with a restaurant on it and the marine police stopping boats to check holidaying folks for drunk driving.
That was the first time we went. It was beautiful and peaceful with typical Swedish red houses, Waxholm hotel and many restaurants, post office, bank and food shops. There was also a neighbour island with a castle museum where it was possible to take a boat taxi, and there were many. Next to it was a floating petrol station rocking in the waves.
As we were walking through the small streets and looked at how people lived in this idyllic little world, there was nothing more I wanted than a summer house there some day. We decided that we should.
And so the day followed by evening, unfolding suddenly, and it was time to go back.
On the boat to Stockholm I gave him his gift - a "limited edition designer collaboration Adidas jacket" that was impossible to get in the coutry and he wears it still.
I can't remember that night. But it was July, and as always, it is so anticipated that it becomes a blurr.
And as Lions are not supposed to befriend a fish, as fire does not go with water, it was the Grand Finale, the peak, and the end - that waited in the dark and sneaked up on us to dissolve everything that was left.
The Petrol station in Vaxholm
The Vaxholm Castle
And of course my favourite part of the archipelago -