At the time my grandmother departed from this world I lived in Scotland, studying art at the university. I had moved there from Stockholm in 2007 with a somewhat childish vision of becoming something big, maybe get a phd or become famous at the art galleries by exhibiting my thin concrete sculptures (I had developed a special technique for it during my high school years (my father works within construction.))
Anyways, this particular day I was out in my studio far out in the suburbs, doing the final touches on a tall woman holding a rat in a leash. I suddenly felt that someone was watching me. I looked up. On the window sill out in the rain was a small black bird.
“Who are you?”, I said almost whispering, not knowing where the idea of talking to the animal came from.
“Who are you?”, I repeated.
Wind howling outside. Still no answer.
At that time my phone started ringing.