After I had rested up from the flight to Denmark, I went to Sweden for a few days with my friend Georg and two of his comrades. As it turned out the purpose of this trip was: tripping! I was offered a sugarcube with guaranteed pure acid and a couple of mushrooms that according to the purveyor had to be eaten in pairs. He also said that it would not be too much and I believed him.
I should have used my brains before it got fried. It came on strong. The Swedish summer night displayed its wonders but after a while my body was in the throes of acid energy and I began to wish for it to stop. I had the feeling that I would never be able to sleep again, ever. Georg helped me to calm down with a massage but then he went to sleep and I was still there with spasms of energy cursing through me. I had to use some of this enegy and I went out in the misty morning walking through the forest to the end of our road and then back down the other way. Later the mist turned to rain and finally I slept.
Next day we were going back. I felt good and I realized that we were close to Tågarp where I lived with Don Cherry and his family in 1975. I didn't exactly remember where it would be and it is too small a village to be on the map but we found it on the first try. They were all there: Moki who was married to Don and who is a wonderful artist, Eagle Eye, and Neneh whose daughter Naima was to be married two days later. We stayed only shortly, for they were busy preparing for the wedding but it was a treat to see them.
That evening in Copenhagen I had dinner with my old friends Bent & Francoise and they had a surprise for me: they had invited Gunnar Saietz whom I hadn't seen in 32 years and Tove whom I hadn't seen in 17 years.
I have written here about Gunnar in my first post 'Labbeville' and about Tove in 'Journey to the East'