the world. This time, after rolling our bags from the airport to the train, from the train station to the metro, and from the metro to our Airbnb address in Sodermalm, we entered what was supposed to be our home for the next month. I left broken, but new, as my massagist Sara had said I'd. No, this was not our happy ending. The center is cozy enough and big. But at least now we know where other folks in Stockholm are getting theirs! Apart from being closed-door businesses, these places had something else in common: they all had big Thai flags by the entrance. With no host in sight we called Airbnb, got a refund and moved to a hotel.