Falsterbo

We went to Falsterbo to swim, though BBC and the local newspaper had forecasted showers and lightning — but it turned out to be wonderful, with chalkwhite beaches and warm waters. It's 45 minutes away by bus, and tomorrow we'll try the city beach, though it may be crammed.

When we came back Erlend had arrived to Malmö. He even brought a football. Now we've been out getting a couple of beers and having a pizza that we had to wait 50 minutes for. When we came home, though, someone had died in our building. Ambulances, police, crying people. A bit disturbing. Though you know there are hundreds of people killed in Iraq weekly, and in Lebanon, it's still different to have it happening in your own building. Though I don't quite know what happened. But the amount of "polis" suggests something is out-of-the-ordinary.