A Japanese Flag - Suffocate for Fuck Sake

Female voice 1: And then when you stayed in Katarina hospital, that first time

you wouldn’t let me in there.

You wanted to be alone, not have any relatives there and definitely not a mom.

Then time just passed me by.

I was just home, painting the windowsills.

I wasn’t allowed to have any contact with you.

And then Mimmi, a neighbor, (she's from Ethiopia), came over with a friend from

the same country.

So they brought me Ethiopian bread and food and all, it’s custom in their

culture to do that when someone is feeling bad or going through a rough time.

But I couldn’t even sit down with them because I was so out of it.

Later that night when they had left and I sat there with all this food,

the tears just came.

It was like that’s when it all hit me what was going on.

Female voice 3: My new stuff: a Japanese flag, a sleeping mask from the travel

department of NK, an olive tree, boxing gloves with the American flag on them,

a piggy bank in plush, a Japanese dictionary, a golden purse, an erotic board

game.

Female voice 2: We were going to meet once, at a cafe in Gotgatan,

and you came with thirty shopping bags, took out everything you bought to show

the whole cafe.

You had some ex sitting there and naturally you didn’t even care that his new

girlfriend was with him.

You were just so full of yourself, you showed no respect.

Female voice 3: Mom hates all of my new stuff.

Mom hates that I am having fun.

She says I’m not really having fun at all.