1998 metais kai jau buvau kazkiek ipusejes savo mokslus su vadovu nutarem, kad man reiktu kur nors isvaziuot i uzsieni truputi padirbet. Taigi susisiekiau su savo kursioku, kuris jau gerus dvejus metus dirbo KTH (Karaliskajame Technologijos Institute) ir sutarem su ten esanciu profesorium, kad mane ten priims dirbt jei bus finansavimas. Taigi padaviau toki prasyma Svedijos Institutui, kuris skiria stipendijas studijuoti Svedijoje ir praejes atranka (kuri mano galva buvo vienas juokas) rudens pradzioje isplaukiau is Klaipedos i Stokholma. Buvo idomu plaukt keltu ir stebet Klaipedos uosta, kuris atrode didelis. Bet atplaukus i Svedija supratau, kad Klaipedos uostas mazdaug uzutekis palyginus su Stokholmo. Krante mane pasitiko draugas ir nuvaziavom mes su juo i universiteta, kur sutvarkes popierius (ir gaves nemazai grynu pinigu, nes planavau praleist tik tris menesius, o bankai tokiam trumpam laikui saskaitos nenorejo atidaryt) sedau i taksi ir nuvaziavau i buta, kuriame tureciau gyventi.

Taigi isleido taksistas mane prie tokio oranziniu namu ir parode kuris yra mano, jis angliskai nekalbejo, bet kazka suprato. Taigi iejau as i ta nama ir pradejau kilt liftu i 14 auksta (dabar neatsimenu, kaip zinojau, kad tas aukstas). Islipes is lifto pradejau ieskot duru su numeriu, kuris galetu atitikt mano rakto numeri ar dar kazka, bet nieko nerandu. Namas tais laikais toks neiprastas is vidaus atrode - jokiu langu koridoriuje nei laiptu. Vienintele vieta, kuri siek tiek platesne buvo lifto aikstele. Ten pasidejau lagamina ir pradejau ieskot kurios durys galetu buti mano. Visos durys vienodos ir visos su akutemis, toks vaizdas lyg kazkas kazka sektu. prastovejau gera pusvalandi galvodamas kaip surast man ta buta, nes skaiciai visiskai kitokie nei tai kas parasyta mano kontrakte ar pakabinta prie rakto ir visa kita. Praejo viena mergina, kuri visai negalejo man padet, nes sake nesuprantanti mano kontrakto ir apskritai, norejo kuo greiciau is ten dingti.

Galiausiai pradejau aiskintis savo sutarties eiles numeri ir pastebejau kad kazkurie (ne paskutiniai) keturi skaitmenys sudaro skaiciu butu numeriu ribose. Nusprendziau, kad kas bus tas, eisiu lauztis i ta buta. Mano nustebimui raktas atrakino duris ir butas buvo tuscias. Taip tame bute ir praleidau tris menesius.

In 1998 when i was halfway through my studies together with my advisor we decided that it would be beneficial for me to go abroad and work a little in some other lab. My friend who worked in KTH (Royal Institute of Technology) helped me to find a professor who would accept me if there would be funding for my stay. So i applied for scholarship from Swedish Institute, which gives scholarships to people to come to Sweden for studies. Selection process was quite easy and i got the scholarship and in the beginning of fall i left for Stockholm. Ferry was taking me through Klaipeda's port and i thought that it's quite big port, however when i arrived to Stockholm i understood that Klaipeda's port is mere bay compared to Stockholm's. My friend met me at the port and we went to the university to do all the necessary paperwork. After that i was issued considerable amount of money, which was for the whole three month stay at once (bank did not want to open an account for such a short time). Well i took taxi and went to the apartment that was reserved for me. Taxi driver who did not speak English, though i suppose he understood at least some he let me out at some orange buildings and pointed me to the one that my apartment was in.
So i entered the building and took the elevator (lift) to 14th floor ( i do not really remember how i new that i had to be on that floor). Well after exiting the elevator i faced quite interesting  problem - i could not find the apartment that i was supposed to live in. The numbers on the key did not match any numbers on the doors in the corridor. The building seemed a little odd at that time (in fact just different from what i was used in Lithuania) - there were no windows in the corridor and no stairs that one could use. The only place that was just a little bit wider was close to the elevator, all other space was lined with the same doors and a peephole in everyone of them. After walking back and forth for half an hour i start feeling as if someone was watching me through those peepholes. Standing next to lift i was examining my contract and the numbers on the key trying to find what is the magic number that would allow me to find the door i need. There was one girl passing by, however she said that she does not understand the contract nor she knows how to help me and i had a feeling that she just wanted to get out.
Anyway, after some examination of the contract serial number i found that some four numbers (in between some other numbers) are in the range of the door numbers in the corridor. So i ventured to check if my key would open that door. To my surprise the door opened and the apartment was unoccupied, so i took over it and lived there for three month (somehow with all the doors being so similar i still had a feeling that this might not be the right apartment for a week or so).