When I was twelve years old, I discovered
a bath-house near the docks we didn`t have a bathroom
at home only a toilet for four families.
In I went- I had my intrepid moment- cubicles were you
Could undress in peace get a piece of soap, a towel which
was a novelty.
My first shower, god how I loved it warm water and soap
I might have, no, I don`t think so that came later.
I had a shower as often as I could the bath-house was shut
on Saturdays and holidays.
It was incredibly cheap, but for a boy 1 Krona was much
I had to ask my aunt for money
to buy sweets and shamelessly
used them for my secret vice.
Well, the bath-house has gone a block of expensive flats with
a view of the harbour. Everything changes but not always
for the better