This morning Ada and I arrived to Skövde. Ada was great during the trip. She was constantly talking and singing loud…in the wagon where it should be silcence. Luckily, no one complained.
At my parents place my mom had planted lots of strawberries and there where two that Ada had the honour to pick and eat. She loved it. It was her first time picking the strawberries herself.
In the evening I went to my grand mother. She is very sick and we spent two hours talking. It is very hard to see a person you love getting weaker and weaker. I really enjoyed seing and talking to her. So much experience and stories that only a long life (85 years) can give. Jutros smo Ada i ja stigle u Skövde.Ada je bila super na putu. Pricala je i pjevala  je citav put…u  vagonu  gdje treba biti  tisina. Srecom  se niko  nije bunio.
Kod kuce je mama  posadila dosta jagoda koje  su bas fino  rodile. Ada je nasla dvije  zrele koje je sama  pobrala  i ceifom jela. To joj je prvi put da je sama  brala jagode! To joj se pravo svidjelo. Odmah je trazila vise ali nije ih bilo zreli.
Navecer sam srela moju majku koja je jako bolesna. Provele smo dva sata pricajuci o starim uspomenama. Tesko je vidjeti jednu voljenu osobu koja postaje sve losija i losija. Lijepo mi je bilo pricati sa njom.  Prerijetki trenutci a toliko iskustva koji samo jedan dug zivot moze dati.