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So it is midsummer.

Appearently it is the brightest day on the year too. Yesterday.

I didn’t celebrate. I just made a wreath. I also ate a bit midsummer food. Here in Sweden we eat a lotta strawberries, potato, sour cream with chives and herring at midsummer. My dad says you could live on that for eternity but I am not sos ure about that. I don’t eat fish. Luckily there were alot of other kind of food to eat too. There were lots of salads and I wish I could pick my own salad that we have grown in the green group like they promised but it never happened. Oh well, today I am going to bake a cake with my contact person. I hope it gets to taste good.

Life goes on as always. Ima have team meeting next week. I wanted to read my journals. There are a lotta journals about me that anyone of the staff here can read but are stamped as secret meaning no one else — not even me — is allowed to read them. I would like to know i.e. why I got placed on another section half a year ago. Everything is held secret for us patients — when they talk about another patient they close the door so we won’t hear. It is things like that that gives me the chills thinking of how incredible much they must know about us that we can only guess what is.