A recurring nightmare of mine is that I go into a room and there is this large aquarium full of fish – some of them are dead. They are so cramped up in there, poor things, they’re barely able to move.

The worst part is that this room turns out to be a long-forgotten room in our own house. And the feeling that I get is that I should have been the one to feed them and take care of them but somehow I forgot. I think it’s all closely connected to the disgust I feel towards live fish. Eww… A long time ago we had an aquarium which I hated, and this probably found its way into my subconscious.

My big dream in life is to have a happy family and to find a job that I will be able to enjoy for a long time.