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Chapter 7

My aunt lived a bout 20 min walk away from house number 32, we used to have Christmas there every year. She makes nice food, cookies, pies and sweets, I used to raid her cookie storage a lot. She didn’t visit a lot either but I spent quite a lot of time at her home, she has two boys and she never had a negative impact on my life ever. There is nothing special to write abut her at this time. This writing isn’t necessarily only about negative or bad things, even if it might appear so. But the fact that I have nothing so say about her now, is rather a good thing. She is just a good person with good spiritual values and with good taste in music and food. Her partner had a big influence on me in my political stand point. Even if he made it impossible to agree with him on any point, the general direction was the same for me as for him, as for my whole family in-fact. We are all socialists really; we all have socialist’s values. My aunts partner drank too much and I think from my point of view that this was the only bad thing in that side of the family, otherwise I think that my two cousins were very lucky. They are also good characters and I respect them a lot. The only person I had real disputes with was my aunt’s partner and I think it was political. If I wondered of in my political ideas, he was quick to discuss it from a hardcore working class point of view. Obviously my experience was limited to my age so I had nothing to argue back with, but I had integrity and I was not afraid to stand my ground and sometimes it ended in big arguments. These days I recognise my self in him in the way I see things. It’s funny how it turns out. As a family we have some other things in common except for being known by the police, being socialists and hippies. We can all cook great food and we all have good music taste.

When I was 15 years old I started training Taekwondo. I loved it from day one. It involved lots of training camps and one camp was in Russia.

I had a good relation ship with my first real girlfriend, we were going out for almost two years. She broke my heart once, after she came back from her confirmation camp some guy had chatted her up and she fell for it. She was confused for a few weeks but in the end she picked me. I think that gave me a big confidence boost, but I lost some respect for her after what happened and less than a year later I broke up with her. However she was a good girlfriend and I liked her family a lot. I had finished school and applied to collage. I was accepted to do a nurse qualification but I had to wait one term for my place. In the meanwhile I started working as PE teacher at my old school. I had no problem getting the job, even if I was only 16, as I had such good grades in the sport leadership class. I worked hard and made my own money that I saved to be able to go to the Russian training camp. The job involved teaching gymnastic techniques holding outdoor and indoor event, and coaching in regional championships in various games. I loved that job. However when the time had come to pay for the training camp I found my bank account cleared. My mum had taken all the money I saved. I never brought it up why she did it. I was very disappointed that I couldn’t go. But her finish boyfriend gave me some money so I could go in the end but it was bare minimum just to cover the basics. I had saved up so I would have lots of pocket money there but now I didn’t have any pocket money at all while in Russia.

I would stick with Taekwondo for a long time and it helped me a lot both in terms of keeping me occupied and getting my stress out of the system, but also in terms of the support I´ve got from our coach and other members of the club. It became like a new family and I will always be grateful to that club and the people there for supporting me.

One day when I came back from college my key wouldn’t open the door. As it turned out my mum hadn’t paid the rent for some time, so we had now been evicted. It was talk about me moving to a foster home or letting the social services take me. But my aunty offered to let me live with her. I lost all my material stuff as it was confiscated and sold to pay for my mums dept.

That year I stayed at my aunts was tough. It was good living arrangements and I got along well with my cousins and my aunty is an excellent mother. But I ended up in problems at college threatening and arguing with teachers causing major disturbances. They tried to give me counselling but it didn’t help so I was suspended and had to re take one year. The scholar situation as well as the gang situation, in combination with my trying´s to get a gun and having problems with the social services and no contact with my parents and on top of that, having to move out from my aunty in the end proved to much for my mental capacity and I started to think about suicide. The closest I came was holding the blade to the wrist but my escape thought was that I could not do this to the guy who had taken me in letting me stay at his flat. I have never considered that option again but that moment was very low and depressing. I had some girls but no relationship at this time. But I was soon to meet the best girl I ever meet to this date. Looking back she is the girl I should have married and I was the one who dumped her, big mistake but that is how faith is. I live here in England now, married with a daughter. She still lives in Karlstad, with a boyfriend and two kids with different fathers, I pray that she is happy and have a good life she deserves the best.

When I lived with her I was training tkd 6 days a week. I was keeping stolen goods for my thief friends and I had lots of money from selling stuff and stealing stuff. I dumped the girlfriend and stayed in that penthouse apartment for some time and having some random girls around. I regret all that now. When I had to move my grandmother bailed me out and bought me a flat in a new developed posh part of town. I got in to another relationship with a girl that turned out to be psycho. When I lived at this address, it was that time when I had the issues with the MC gangs and when I got my elf to the gun.

A friend and I went to Stockholm to try to get some weapons. We go some maze and a telescope baton and a replica pistol. When we took the train back to Karlstad, I had the pistol in my inside pocket on my bomber jacket. In front of me, was a middle aged lady? She was looking rather uncomfortable, sitting next to my friend and in front of me. Anyway, when I leaned forward at on point the gun fell out of my pocket and landed right in front of her feet. The woman’s jaw just dropped, then she looked at me, I could only smile and shocked my head in disbelief. My friend tried to suffocate his laughter. The woman left the carriage and there were luckily no complications from this.

After I dumped my existing psycho girlfriend, I was taken on by a social worker at the youth unit. This unit I actually trusted and they seemed to care, then I really tried to calm my self down. In Sweden at that time it was popular to spend tax money on problem kids in form of travelling and trips. I was sent on one of those trips and it involved counselling sessions in the evening and house arrest from afternoon to mid morning.

Daytime could be spent with some activity, in our case snowboarding.

After this I had enough of my criminal activities and intents, so I got rid of the gun, got another girlfriend and spent all my time exercising. After getting more serious about taekwondo competitions, I moved in with my friend so we could spend all our waking hours talking, watching and training. We went to Denmark, Norway, France and Spain to train. This sport activity brought some local fame and some more respect. We got VIP passes to the hottest clubs and the bouncers were fairly lenient with our behaviour. This resulted in boosting the street confidence, and demanding more respect, getting more friends resulting in more fame, and so on. One example of bigheaded actions: One night I was pissed as hell in the hottest night club, as a VIP I could come and go as I pleased in any condition and in any clothing. I decided I needed a burger so a stumbled out of the club and headed for McD. I sat down there on my own eating my burger, and then suddenly, I was hit on my shoulder by a half eaten burger. I decided that some one had thrown that at me on purpose, and this someone needed a beating. I stood up and scanned the restaurant, diagonally behind me a saw about 5 lads sitting. I decided that it was all of them that threw the burger, so I walked over to them declared that I will smash all their faces, if not first tell me who threw the burger! They denied the accusation and stood up to leave. I called them pussys for leaving and not telling me who threw the burger. They got in to a car outside and I followed them out and threw my coke in the back window of the car. This pissed them off majorly and all of them came at me at once. I know I kicked the first one that came up to me and I know I gave someone a low kick but the next thing I remember is that I am lying on the hood of the car laughing my face off and the bouncer from McD is telling the guys to clear off. I had some pain in my jaw the next day so some one must have hit me but I can’t remember any of it. By the way, it was easy to get girls and we got lots of attention, we did a underwear catwalk show and we were on TV, as one of the guys just made it to the national team. Later that guy fucked my girlfriend, and after that life in Karlstad didn’t worked out so I moved to Stockholm.

to be continued, the author is the son of former criminal father

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