This is Vällingby, the suburb of my childhood. I didn't know about anything else. Here I lived. Here I got hit. Here I got robbed. Apart from most childs, I had to live alone with my mother for my first years.

So did my best childhood friend also. Today he is a lawyer. He lives in another town than Stockholm, he had relatives closer than I had, and could thereby chose another life than me.

We hardly speak anything nowadays, I do not know why. We spoke two minutes yesterday, as I was planing to make changes to my site.

Vällingby was a model suburb. It was meant to be an A-B-C community. It was as from the swedish letter A- as for Arbete, that meant work. The letter B-, as for the word bostäder, that meant Housing. Then the last letter, C, that meant Centrum, or service.

We were usual kids, and we knew about nothing else. We played, we made small things that most kids did. We tried to make our lifes good. I have mostly pleasant memories from Vällingby.

Maybee I will try to write more about that later.

Thank you,

Robert Naverstam