A week ago I passed the month mark of being homeless, and now I'm on the fifth week - officially at least, because in truth I left the apartment a couple of days before I had to. I wasn't much up to sleeping in a cold, empty, memory-filled apartment. But never mind that bit.
I'm tired. Constantly. The last couple of weeks I've had a mattress behind a bookshelve in the apartment of a couple of friends I have. Magnus and Ditte. He works in Næstved as a highschool teacher and has 2½ hours to work in his car ever single day, thus we get up at 6 in the morning. But that's not why I'm tired. In the meantime I'm making use of the 'excelle