Even if all my readers are Swedish I have decided to continue in English, I feel more anonymous and mysterious this way...
Friday afternoon, after a deep breath and a glass of water I called my parents. I have perepared this for months, what to say, how to tell them.
My father kept talking about the weather, the wind and the temperature ( so Swedish), I didn't even listen and suddenly I interrupted him and said that we were moving to Israel.
The answer supprised me. He said that he knew, that he could understand but that he felt sad because of the distance. We spoke about almost everything and i actually got the impression that he understood our decision.
Mum's reaction was cold and without feelings, she spoke about how expensive it would be for her to get to Tel Aviv and that we wouldn't be able to meet often, or at all, she would have to check up the price first.
It's so sad to think that five hundred Euros could stop a mother from seeing her child. I try not to think about what she said, there is nothing to understand, this woman has a deep, deep problem.