First impressions of Sweden: The instantly obvious to a British expat

I don't look Swedish first impressionsPeople know you’re foreign just by looking

The bald guitarist flings his head back to the last strike of his solo. The fan group by the wall screech adoring Swedish. We clap appreciatively. Continue reading “First impressions of Sweden: The instantly obvious to a British expat”

“How far until already?” What a loada garbage!

Chinking bottles

“Hur langt tills redan?”

The man looks at me, an expression of, first, confusion, and then amusement. “About thirty minutes.” He says. Perfect English. Continue reading ““How far until already?” What a loada garbage!”