I was leaving my apartment this morning and walked north along the narrow streets. Suddenly I heard a voice somewhere shouting “Nooo! I’m innocent!” (though in juvenile Swedish). I then saw two soldiers in camouflage uniforms running across the intersection with assault rifles and heavy comm gear.
Somewhat sleepy I walked across the intersection and beheld a young man tied to a lamp pole with a dozen armed soldiers surrounding him, and he shouted “I don’t know anything about the bomb!”.