Umeå, summer 2007

Last summer I visited a house, hidden behind trees and high grass.

Two rooms, a kitchen and an outside toilet. Abandoned for more than 20 years, but still containing scraps and memories of its previous owner. Once the house had been someone's pastoral dream, much like a real life Carl Larsson painting. No one had bothered to strip the house of its less valuable contents. An old box of cottage cheese and news papers revealed the date of abandonement to 1986; the headline refers to the protection of Ingvar Carlsson, the Prime minister succeeding Olof Palme who was shot in 1986. But what happened to the owner is, for me, unknown.