The Stats

I was born Peter Alexander Heddini on March 5th, 1979 at 11:02 p.m. in
Stockholm, Sweden, and I´ve actually lived there since.
Kind of sums it up, wouldn´t you say? ;)

The Past

Looking back at my childhood, I miss it. Most of it. I miss being able to
imagine my bike is a motorcycle. I miss not having to decide what to study. I
miss the desire to learn how to swim.
Throughout my early years though, I didn´t look at things the same way.
I wanted to grow up so I could watch all those films I wasn´t allowed to
watch. So that I could go to bed whenever I chose to.
I wanted to be around 20, or maybe 16. 20 because it sort of signified
complete adulthood to me, and 16 because it was such a round and nice
number, dividable all the way down to zero.

As far as I know, my first somewhat concrete memories are from the six
months my family spent in Libya when I was two years old. I was bathing in
the ocean (for the first time I think) with my mother. As I couldn´t stand by
myself in those waves, she held me, and told me about their colours. I wasn´t
really up to the challenge though. The waves rolled over me, I got that salt
water in my eyes and started to cry. But I kind of like it anyway.
The memory.

The first, and by far most significant role model I´ve ever had also
originates from my childhood: At the age of four, Sir Lancelot of the Lake
entered my life, in the shape of Robert Taylor from the 1953 movie "Knights
of the Round Table".
I became somewhat obsessed with it. I think for a period, I watched that
movie every day. I learned some of the lines as well, even though I didn´t
know much English.
And as for Lancelot, I was him. All the time, everywhere. Dressed in my red
(that´s his colour) robe and armed with a broken clotheshanger I ran around
the house fighting off enemies as Sir Lancelot, speaking the lines I knew and
inventing the rest.
Who stands?
Come forward,
and declare thyself.


Growing Up

So time went by. I lived (and still do) in a red brick house in a suburb to
Stockholm. Living with me were my father and mother (Hossam and Gunilla),
my older brother (Andreas), and my grandmother and grandfather (Daisy and
Gösta). My brother´s moved out now though, and my grandfather died in
1993.
I liked it at home. I was much into Lego, and making wooden swords
for Sir Lancelot to use, but I couldn´t be there as much as I wanted to,
because of kindergarten.
Never liked that though. Never made any real friends there, and I didn´t talk
much to people.
Then, of course, there was school. Nine compulsory years of it.
Still, I can´t tell you much about it. My father has always been of the opinion
that school and studies are sacred things. It´s probably the source of most of
the fights we´ve had over the years, as I never did think I learned much from
school.

After that there was high school, and a lot of science for me. For some
reason.
Lots of maths, physics and chemistry, although I never found those subjects to
be especially intriguing. I was thinking about becoming a doctor though (and I
still look at it as a rather good alternative, but I´m not sure anymore), so
then science was what it had to be.


The Present

I graduated the summer 1998, and since August 24th, my current occupation
is in the military service. I´m a radar-operator for the Swedish Naval
Control, but basically it means I´m spending every other week at an island in
the archipelago guarding our territorial waters.
The weeks in between I spend at home, slacking about. ;)


Yet to Come

July 19th will see the end of my time in the military. After that, I´m likely
to spend the summer I have left travelling. And maybe more time than that.
It may sound a bit cliché, but I figure I won´t be able to put my heart into
studying (especially six years of medical school) until I feel I have done
the things I feel I want to do.
I want to go from New York to Los Angeles by car.
I want to visit Japan.
I want to dive the Red Sea again.
I want to chop my way through the rain forests of Brazil with a machete,
sleeping in a tent during the nights.
I want to go back to the highlands of Scotland, by bike this time.
I want to walk the sleaziest street of Bangkok, pay a prostitute who´s about
my age to come with me and spend two hours talking to her.
I want to take the trans-Siberian railway, all the way.
I want to climb Mount Kilimanjaro.

We´ll see...




And should you linger for more, you can always take a look at some more or
less interesting facts about me.

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