When I’m bored in class

The brown boy visits Umeå

Au revoir

In which I try

There she goes again

Conversations with the anteater, part V

Conversations with the Anteater, part IV

Conversations with the anteater, part III

Conversations with the Anteater, part II

Conversations with the Anteater, part I

So, at the beginning of summer, I was (again) in a new country, by myself, and didn’t have any friends. The anteater – who had a cameo in my alphabet book – turned up in a drawing one day.

I think he came to stay for the summer.