The next evening he was at the Johannes churchyard, looking up to her window. There was a soft light. He walked up the four stairs and ringed the doorbell. No one opened. He ringed once more. No one opened the door. He ringed the doorbell a third time. No one opened. He went to a bar and drank an awful lot.Thinking of getting a tattoo. Would be kinda nice to have one on the neck or right next to the hips. I just feel a bit insecure of getting one since it will have to fit when I’m 80 years old too. I’ll have to consider that. Sources from my pinterest. And btw, the quote is from one of my favourite books. Den allvarsamma leken (“The Serious Game”) by Hjalmar Söderberg. Read it on Christmas two or three years ago and I’m still hooked.