As a friend of mine just commented: it's a stolen kiss. He's right. My last visit to Stockholm and the hotel room window on Pipersgatan made me feel a little like James Stewart in "Rear Window". I've had the chance to peep for a short time, for short moments, into others (unaware) lives. It felts like reading a good novel, after all. The funniest thing was that the samples I took were so few and scattered in time that I could interpolate any kind of story by myself. This is just the last of a series I'm about to publish. Consider it a small trailer.
