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They say Kista stands for something like a coffin in Swedish that I don't believe. They also say this is akin to Silicon Valley in California. That I believe neither. After all they claim it is located to the North. This makes me indignant. I'm sitting on the top of a ten storey office building (that appears to be much higher as each floor constitutes two or three in an ordinary one) on a soft cosy sofa in front of a glass screen that separates me from a wide stony tableland. There is silence inside and outside of me. There is no movement inside my heart, neither any emotions on my face. I feel like Buddha. I feel nothing, I speak nothing, I think nothing. I see the cold grey sky but feel no cold. It is a vast place, therefore not a coffin, the Sun is very far and doesn't burn, therefore it's not in California. And there are a lot of Asian and Arab people, therefore it's a Northern part either. It's just me, my words frozen on the tip of my tongue and thoughts stuck in my head. I've got nothing to lose and therefore I'm the richest man in the world. And I'm the one on the top of it.
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