I haven't written anything for a long time. Not that I wouldn't have any topics, far from it – there were too many topics to write about. Once again life showed me that when you feel fine and ride a wave of success, it's unnecessary to let you bask in your own perfection and it's the best time to look for skeletons in closet instead. So why not to choose the dustiest one, right. It was murky Swedish autumn 2018 and I, who had never suffered with autumn depression in my life, suddenly had a big one. At the end of this was beginning of my new life though. And this is what I would like to tell you about. What it is like to be transgender in Sweden. And why I am so glad not to have to deal with all this in the Czech Republic.
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