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.
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After two years at sea, the large ship Ostindiefararen today reached it’s final destination, my home town Gothenburg. It had sailed from Gothenburg to Guangzhou (Kanton) in China, visiting the ports of Recife, Cape Town, Jakarta, Shanghai and many more on it’s voyage.
For half a decade, there has been a strange boat situated in the Gothenburg harbour. It is the Chinese restaurant called Floating Sea Palace, cleverly disguised as a dragon ship. It has no engine and the dragon has seen better days, but it has been there for an eternity in my mind.
The temperature of today is more like an early autumn day, but that doesn’t stop people from decorating Gothenburg with all sorts of lights. As always, there is only one rule: More than last year. But it seems like the expensive tradition is catching up on people.
Unlike many other parts of the world, Sweden has a fairly good tradition of freshly brewed, strong coffee. In fact, there is not a single Starbucks vendor in the entire country! However, there is good coffee and there is great coffee. Most worshipers of the black gold have their own personal favorites in their local area, and the following are my favorite coffee shops in Gothenburg.
Just returned from a play of Verdi’s old masterpiece Rigoletto at the Gothenburg Opera. The set was placed in quite a modern time-frame, thus abandoning the centuries-old settings. This made the title character a bit awkward in his role as the “court jester” to the prince.
I had a dish called “butter fish” today at the local English pub called Notting Hill (Yes, it has a blue door, in case you were wondering). I kept wondering whether it was by any chance related to the infamous “butter chicken” served every friday at Bombay, only a couple of spear throws away.
Every now and then the newspapers use a totally non-news issue as cover story. This makes me both happy and sad at the same time. Happy, since it tells that nothing spectacularly evil happened today. As we all know, the only cover stories that sell are about horrible accidents, royal sex scandals and innocent blood spilled.
While following the current American presidential election and realizing the most probable outcome, it is only natural to ponder the doom of civilization. We are bound by the laws of ethics and morale, not to mention the laws themselves, to be nice to each other and stay away from the path of destruction.
Yesterday I visited a place where I’ve never been before. It rather felt like an early level in Half-Life. Can you guess the location?