I received my plane ticket from my sister in the car on the way to Landvetter airport. I took it and read: destination London!! She had fooled me, and we were supposed to go to Helsinki together. I thought it was funny since she had been working abroad for 6 months, and I was looking forward to spending time with her. But I didn’t quite understand why we would go to Finland, as both she and I had some sad memories from there. However, it said London on the ticket, and no one could have been happier than I was. Three days in London with my dearest sister, absolutely wonderful. It was November 1999, quite cold, but not much rain. We stayed at a hostel right by Piccadilly. We bought matching Santa hats that we wore almost all the time. Many people we met on the streets looked twice and smiled at us. We saw the Harrods Christmas display, took a walk in Hyde Park, my sister rambled about something in Speakers’ Corner, we went to the cinema, ate pizza in Soho, and went sightseeing on a double-decker bus. It was a guided tour with headphones. It was cold sitting up there, but the best view. It was just the two of us up there. The conductor even came and asked if we didn’t want to sit downstairs, in the warmth. We took a selfie, long before Instagram existed, up there. When I look at that picture now, I smile back at two happy girls on a red bus in London.