Strangers on a train
I had a very pleasant train ride back from the book fair in Gothenburg. I had expected to doze off, tired after three very intense days of poetry readings, rehearsals, release party and blog gettogether – and of course browsing the stalls of the fair and going to a couple of seminars.
Instead I ended up talking for four hours with the people seated at my table in the train. It turned out they were a) a writer and educator of creative writing, b) a web editor who writes fantasy short stories and c) a Brazilian woman who was reading Selma Lagerlöf in French. We had a great time and found out we had a lot in common.