September/30th At the day i left Lyon, it was a rainy day, even raining heavier than the day before. I didn't feel like leaving the house. My ex-roomate T while I was still in France in 2010, woke up earlier than anyone else in the house. At the day, not only me, but rest of her roommates were also leaving for a one week field trip. She wanted to make something that we all can bring up with, so she planned to make some cookie and swedish bread. She is dutch but last year she was in Stockholm for one semester, continuing her studies in master. Later she told me that she knew how to make expresso from a close italien mate, and a traditional swedish bread. The yellow spot light beneath the kitchen table, she rolled up her sleeves and squeezed the bread dough. I took a shower and packed all my stuff back to the tiny suitcase. It didn't feel like that I would leave in few hours and maybe we could not see each other for a decade maybe. It is the truth but the time wa