“Well, that must have been a strange move...” This is the statement I’ve heard so many times when I tell people about moving from Sweden to Texas at just 8 years old. And, yes. It was indeed a very strange move. Here is a collection of images presented as an homage to a surreal time in my life when I was trying to figure out if the Swedish trolls and other mythological beasts I had searched for endlessly in the forests and seas of my homeland might be hiding among the cacti and swimming pools. Instead, in Texas I heard ironic, drawled whispers of the mysterious chupacabra. All rumors remain unconfirmed. This nonsensical juxtaposition of Sweden and Texas is intended to be lighthearted — as seen through a child’s eyes. I enlisted my nieces and nephew to act out the imaginative parts, for they inherit this abstracted cultural memory, too. I’m grateful to dear friends and family from both Sweden and Texas who also agreed to partake. Sweden and Texas – two very different places that I grew up with — two vastly different places that I have come to deeply love by the circumstance of my existence. As is the case in any immigrant story.