Understenshöjden

As I turned the corner, I saw a cluster of sliver gray houses with contrasting red-orange tile roofs and a proud rooster preening in the middle of the sidewalk. I knew I had come to the right place. The next sure sign of reaching the my destination was the 25m smoke stack rising from the furnace room in the common house. By the time I walk 100 meters into the site, I am enveloped by birch trees. Their stark white trunks meet my eye in every direction. I find it hard to believe that I am just minutes away from a subway to the center of Stockholm.

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