It is a city in silence. I wonder if all sounds have sinked under the rivers around. Walking in the street, I hear only my steps and the sound made by my jacket as my arms swiping against my body. This is incredible. I begin to imagine that I could soon hear my heartbeat, my breath, and eventually the sound inside my veins.
There is this wicked shop I passed by this afternoon in the Old Town area of Stockholm. It is a pharmacy, but I think it is actually more like a magic shop.