So there was this guy...last summer i think...staring at me while i was drinking coffee at my work and i gave him a smile..hust to make situation less akward...so he said...like...i already feel safer when i see you around...so i go...ok,but i'm not a security here...he said...well anyway....i was like...sure...so this guy,swedish guy in his late thirtys...start comming to our restaurant more often and he somehow allways ends up talkin to me...i knew that he had a degree from this musik kungliga skolan...or what ever at this valhallavägen-street here in stockholm and that he is professor of music in some nearby school...he told me that he's devorced and that he have this beautiful daughter who is about...five...maybe seven..i'm bad at estemating...but..anyway...i was explaining him how i found gothenburg beautiful...and he told me that i don't have to explain that to him since he is from there and he was alway telling me that he is gonna move there as soon as his daughter gets older and mature enough so she would't need her parents every day...
He liked michael jackson alot...he claimed that his songs are gonna be played in schools in the future...
What else... Yeah...he was a heavy god beliver..he told me that he goes to church often... He was always telling me that i should have kids as soon as possible...because he said that his doughter is the only thing that keeps him alive..but still gor some reason he was severely depressed every fuckin' day...i don't know why...
Last time we've spoken he asked me...how come some days go by mega fast and others seems that will never end...i tried to explain how is it for me...i remember he quated this guy...martin luther...i asked like..is it king...mlking he was no,no,no....this guy is not him...i don't know...i knew stuff about him since he kinda liked to talk to me but i never catched his name...
Well today,there is this other guy coming to the restaurant telling us that professor is dead...i asked imediately..did he commetted a suicide...and the guy said..yes!
I don't know how did he killed him self but now i just know that he's dead...
His name was Andreas and now i know but i'll never have the chance to call him by his name since i was allways called him professor...
Now i know that this story is not so entertaining to read...but since i don't hang alot with other people...you know...it feels a bit better...
I remember seeing him crossing the street he was with his doughter...she was beautiful...and they didn't see me so nex time he stopped by in the restaurant i told him that i've seen them and that he is a lucky man for having such wonderful girls for his doughter...he just smiled and said...i know i'm lucky...she is amaizing...i guess she was still not enough to stop him of taking his life...
Life is a miracle...consider yourself lucky for having it!
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