I hadn’t really noticed her before, probably because I was way too busy keeping track of myself, until she one day about five years ago approached me after class.
A few weeks earlier I had joined an international course in anthropology, mainly because I was too lazy to fill out the applications for studies abroad. I took the easy way. Something that Mary Jane often leads you to do.
Already on the first day I’d judged my classmates as idiots and was fairly surprised when this curly, brown haired, in class a quiet girl, started chatting me up. She told me that she was studying international affairs, and that she had just recently arrived to Sweden from Canada with a bunch of shit in her luggage.
I don’t know if we skipped the rest of the class that day, but after that first coffee we were inseparable. She told me about her shortcomings, how she dealed her way through college, managed to finally leave her abusive boyfriend and made her way to Sweden - the country that her eccentric father had grown to love after fleeing from communist Hungary.
She was a swift wind through my then fogged mind and helped me to see clearly upon the things that soiled the ground. We were young, stoned and unconscious of the future.
When we met we were both in a state of decay. Kati was angry about most of the things that came across, and I was deeply depressed and suicidal most of the time.
I think we met at the exact right moment to become friends for life. She stopped me in many depraved moments and helped me through a time where nothing could neither be helped or saved.
The biggest heart. A constant way to see things as they are. No velvet wrapping. No uncomfortable silences. No doubt sincere.
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