I hjärtat av Stockholm ligger en liten lägenhet.

In the heart of Stockholm lies a small apartment.

Dit flyttade nygifta Hanna och Erik.

There, newlyweds Hanna and Erik moved in.

Alla 80 kvadratmeter lyste av kärlek.

All 80 square meters were glowing with love.

En stor hög med IKEA-lådor stod mitt i rummet.

A large pile of IKEA boxes stood in the middle of the room.

Möbler skulle byggas.

Furniture needed to be built.

Hanna pekade på lådorna.

Hanna pointed at the boxes.

"Där är vår bokhylla", sa hon.

"There is our bookshelf," she said.

Erik nickade.

Erik nodded.

Han gillade att bygga saker.

He enjoyed building things.

Alla instruktioner saknades dock.

However, all instructions were missing.

Erik kliade sig i huvudet.

Erik scratched his head.

De blev utmanade.

They were challenged.

En stor bokhylla, ingen lathund.

A large bookshelf, no cheat sheet.

Erik började montera.

Erik started assembling.

Hanna sorterade skruvar.

Hanna sorted the screws.

Alla delar var inte märkta.

Not all parts were labeled.

"Vilka är sidorna?

"Which are the sides?"

", frågade Hanna.

asked Hanna.

Erik kunde bara gissa.

Erik could only guess.

Skruvar in i hål, planka på planka.

Screws into holes, plank by plank.

Men det såg inte ut som en bokhylla.

But it didn't look like a bookshelf.

Frustration började byggas.

Frustration started to build.

Erik tittade på bokhyllan.

Erik looked at the bookshelf.

Eller var det ett bord?

Or was it a table?

Kanske en säng?

Maybe a bed?

Hanna sa: "Vi måste börja om.

Hanna said, "We need to start over."

" Erik gav ett tungt suck.

Erik let out a heavy sigh.

Men han visste att hon hade rätt.

But he knew she was right.

Nu var de ett team.

Now they were a team.

Erik skruvade loss bitarna.

Erik unscrewed the pieces.

Hanna sorterade delarna.

Hanna sorted the parts.

De visste att det skulle ta tid.

They knew it would take time.

Men de var tillsammans.

But they were together.

Inget var omöjligt.

Nothing was impossible.

Så byggandet fortsatte.

So the building continued.

Bitarna började passa.

The pieces started to fit.

Sakta men säkert, formades en bokhylla.

Slowly but surely, a bookshelf took shape.

Erik och Hanna log mot varandra.

Erik and Hanna smiled at each other.

De hade gjort det.

They had done it.

Trots allt.

Despite everything.

När solen gick ned, stod bokhyllan färdig.

As the sun set, the bookshelf was complete.

Hanna och Erik tittade på sitt verk.

Hanna and Erik looked at their creation.

Det var perfekt, även med sina fel.

It was perfect, even with its flaws.

Hanna sa: "Vår första prövning, klar.

Hanna said, "Our first trial, accomplished."

" Erik svarade: "Vår kärlek, starkare.

Erik replied, "Our love, stronger."

"Så slutade dagen.

That's how the day ended.

Två personer i Stockholm.

Two people in Stockholm.

De byggde mer än en bokhylla.

They built more than a bookshelf.

De byggde en starkare relation.

They built a stronger relationship.

De hade ingen instruktion.

They had no instructions.

Men de klarade det.

But they made it.

Tillsammans.

Together.

Det är sant kärlek.

That is true love.

Slutet.

The end.