English

Intro

I live in Denmark and Sweden. Just a tiny stretch of water between the countries where I live. Do we like it here? Think so. Most days I do. Most days most people do, I guess.

This is mainly a homepage in my native swedish. Some texts will be written in english. Write and say you like it and I will write more. Below is one text I wrote listening to a tune from a hometown band. The other texts are from my book Both Sides, published in english.

LIVING IN AMERICA

There is no song with the title “We don’t live in Sweden – but we’re not sorry.” There is no song with the title “We don’t live in France – but we’re not sorry.” There is no song with the title “We don’t live in England – but we’re not sorry.”
Most people living in these countries are living there because they are born there. The thought of living somewhere else is not common. The thought of people wanting to live in Sweden for other reasons than getting away from poverty and no freedom rules is not common.

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Malmoe

Malmö isn’t just a city, it’s a way of being and talking. As Sweden’s flattest town it can be enjoyed by the blind and lame alike. You can stand and dig the hustle and bustle of Möllevång Square, sit and observe people walking in all directions at the Triangle, slip into a forgotten eatery in the old western quarter, find a friend to stay with at Lundbergsgatan and from there visit the La Cantina pub and imbibe a Strega before welcoming in the night.

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Hornbæk

Once upon a time Hornbæk was far from the madding crowd, an isolated outpost on Öresund’s west coast inhabited by fishermen, farmers and no one else. Until, that is, the artists started arriving in the 1800s. The journey from Copenhagen was arduous at first but got easier on completion of a coastal rail link to Helsingör in 1897. From Helsingör, the remaining miles to Hornbæk were by horse on sandy roads.

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FLAKFORTET

The sun should be waning by now and the heat subsiding. Yet the summer just goes on and on, as if pretending not to notice how the shortening days. When the calendar says it’s time for a change of season the mind gears up for the transition. This year, though, the change fails to arrive. The sun is parked over Öresund and seems determined to stay.

Skäralid

It’s almost like an Amazonian rainforest, but less oppressively hot. Or like the Grand Canyon, yet greener. But Skäralid National Park is in Sweden, in the heart of Scania. Even so, the hikers milling about on the grass at the end of the trail between the car park and Skärdammen pond are more reminiscent of an American national park. There, social chatter sometimes appears more important to visitors than the surrounding nature (though at least that leaves more space for the real nature-lovers to enjoy the scenery).