It’s raining. It’s cold. I missed my alarm clock. The house is empty. No one to share my quick breakfast with. This day seems meant to be sad and depressing. I jump in my car for the last commute of my time in Sweden. The radio produces inaudible sounds to which I don’t pay attention. Switching station doesn’t change the way I feel. A few Swedish words get to my brain, while the vast majority of them flow out into the ocean of incomprehensibleness. The traffic has never been so fluid, like in a fairy tale. This is the story of my last day of work in Stockholm city.
WHEN SUDDENLY …
Préparation du cake de folie
I couldn’t believe my eyes. It seemed that I had been thrown in the vortex of a parallel dimension.
Preparation, part2
Finally, I had my goal in this senseless existence. From now on, I shall not stop until there is Ice Cream Sandwich in France !
The result close to perfection
TO ALL MY AWESOME COLLEAGUES, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH !!
And Also to Aveen whose french cake was delicious as well !
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