Last night I watched the swedish television series Torka aldrig tårar utan handskar written by Jonas Gardell (Never wipe tears without gloves) about hiv in Sweden in the late 1980s. Oh dear, what a tragedy. For all the men, for society, for everyone. The infected were treated so badly, perhaps they still are. While I was watching the tv drama showing funeral after funeral I crocheted black roses for a pair of earrings. They will be a reminder for me not to judge people.