Reflexions……on the long way home today I was driving through the deep forests of ’middle-south’ Sweden in a fantastic winter-weather. Instead of turning left in the Målilla-junction, I spontaneously decided to confront a sleepy little town where I once grew up, cannot remember when I saw this place last time……Drow past the place where the music school once was and where my fantastic first cello-teacher told me where and how to put down my 1st finger…. Stopped by the house and saw from outside my old room where I practised 4-6h …