Obviously, I think I'm an awesome artist, just next to Goya, Picasso, Kippenberger, McCarthy and Nara, but when somebody else praises me, I truly believe it without any irony.

Eeris, who curates the show at 4mula Gallery in St Petersburg in May, is choosing my work for the display and has scanned through my entire website archives several times. Today, he wrote me that I'm "a f***ing great artist" and continued "I don't understand how you combine the serious and the trivial, the committed and the superficial, the political discourses and the commercial slogans - and make it work". Then he finished off opinioning "and you know to draw which is rare in these anything goes times". That one particularly made me feel good.

My own traumatized idea of drawing or to know-to-draw is from the Academy of Fine Arts where I received a classical art education ten years ago. The first semester we drew plaster cast torsos and the second semester real models. I was absolutely the worst in the class and made our sensitive teacher cry with my rebellion. The funny thing is that now the talented drawers, if they still do any art, are video artists. And I keep on drawing.

Sweden was a slight disappointment. I was looking for a social democratic paradise - I strongly believe it exists - but going from the hardcore capitalist Spain to the nicely leftist Sweden felt, surprisingly, moving towards the South, though it was snowing in Stockholm.

The first advice I got was to avoid the numerous illegal cabs that can charge triple prices, if you have a good luck, and in the worst case, rape you. I'd understand that danger in the Colombian jungle or Darfur refugee camps but at the Stockholm International Airport it sounds absurd. And the cheating happens everywhere, bars, restaurants and hotels. The hotel where I was staying wanted to charge the full price for the weekend nights too. I didn't pay and the reception lady showed me a typical Swedish lingonberry (you can buy it in Ikea) face.

Obviously, I had read about Sweden's ultraconservative attitude  with the (commercial) sex but I couldn't guess that they had even banned the adult entertainment on the hotel pay-TV. Has somebody really ever in the world history watched Jungle Book in his hotel room?

The Finnish speaking news of the Swedish national TV interviewd me and I said that the Swedish government should issue its formal apology to the people of Finland for the colonialism and oppression during many centuries. I hope that somebody gets provocated. The exhibition - titled "I wouldn't Hate Sweden but I Don't Dare to Hate Russia" is now installed, the opening is is today. It was an easy job, no painted walls - juts some drawings and objects in a modwernist manner. For my next show I want to do again something more elaborate.

The voyage to Stockholm started badly. I had driven 30 km towards Madrid airport when I realized that I had left my suit home. I turned back and speeded 160 km/h to a police radar. Finally at the airport, the check-in guy made me pay more for the baggage over weight than I had paid for the airfare. I got angry, though the Finnish Cultural Institute, where I have my show, pays it. Then we found out that I'm an artist and this airport guy is an art lover. He told me to phone him next time I fly with Iberia and have extra heavy baggage. If he also upgrades me to the business class, I could give him a nice small drawing.

I’m going to Stockholm tomorrow. This is my packing list: Leatherman Multitool, a laser line level, two pairs of Levi’s 501 blue jeans, T-shirts, a black suit, the Colon(ialism) soap box, Japanese bath salt (I don’t have a bathtub, so I have to bath always in hotels), a bottle of Scotch for the lonely nights in the hotel room (I think spirits are expensive in Sweden), Gauloises Blondes cigarettes (also expensive or impossible to find in Stockholm), soft pencils, Eau de Issey Miyake, Nivea for Men Hidratante Extra Sensitive, Fisherman’s Friends, a chorizo (it’s nice to try exotic food but eating Swedish during one week might be too much), Jared Diamond’s book Guns, Germs and Steel – The Fates of Human Societies, a selection of 30 drawings (prostitution, globalisation and hotel drawings) and 30 wooden frames, 20 Domestic Terrorism milk bottles and €1450 cash (a travel grant from the Nordic Culture point).