the Easter eggs, feathers and the color yellow. The decorations in the shop windows, signals the same thing – easter is soon here.
Finally. It feels like it has been an unusually long and gray winter. I can hardly wait until it is Friday. But I would not see the day when I was little.
the year's most boring day. We used to celebrate easter with my grandpa in Nyköping, and I used to love to visit him in the apartment on the Fågelbovägen. But not this day.
I had no friends to play with. All the shops were closed, the tv displayed only the boring films about the suffering of Jesus, and no children played in the playground. As I remember it was always cold and general bad weather. Grandpa August was a playful and mischievous person and did its best to entertain me and my sisters. In ordinary cases he had succeeded, he would always be able to get me in a good mood. But not on good Friday.
for many years hung that feeling with me every time the passover drew near, far up in the adult age. Maybe it was because it was difficult to make out of an old habit, maybe it was that I was between 20 and 30 right, and was often hungover after maundy Thursday.
not anymore. Now is good Friday, usually the first available of everyday life for me since the holidays, since I'm child-free and do not tend to be vacant during the winter break, which many children often are.
It is usually a day without plans. The annual påskmiddagen with family members is usually held on easter Saturday. Instead, this day is an extra day to sleep a long time. Walking around in pyjamas half the day. Take in the garden. Drink of bubbly. Watch the film (which is not about Jesus ' suffering). Or do whatever I want. On good Friday there are no must-haves.
The day that I, during my childhood, linked with suffering, is now associated with rest and laziness. It may sound blasfemiskt, but I'm not a christian either. I should not have to suffer just because Jesus did it.
Amina Manzoor is medicinreporter and will not sleep long this Friday, but to celebrate a friend's 40th birthday. Well worth getting up for.
I have been told that there are coffee shops in Stockholm that serves kouign amann, for example, Bakery Peter. Now, I just need to learn how to pronounce the name of the built.