<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Walking around the streets of Stockholm without a map<br /> a furiously sunlit day, an equally Nordic wind;<br /> nothing but shadows and sun edged roofs to guide me<br /> down one street, back up the same<br /> searching for some familiar something.</p> <p>On these streets I could almost be in white America<br /> I stand out; passing through hollow underground veins,<br /> metal armed petals, slowing,<br /> we give each other long paused looks.</p> <p>Like a memory of your reflection in a mirror:<br /> same brown tanned skin, almond eyes, small rounded noses for humidity<br /> and long enviably black hair; a connection<br /> like recognition, knowing our marked differences<br /> feeling our latitudes in origin.<br /> <br /> <br /> <strong>Text</strong>: Joy Hui Lin, <strong>Foto</strong>: Elizabeth Quinn</p> <p><em>Joy Hui Lin var en av vinnarna i Mellanf&ouml;rskapets Persepolist&auml;vling i november 2007.</em></p> http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification Netional Stage 1.0