Yesterday, I found myself in the kitchen, preparing 4 kg of wild boar and moose meat. These animals had been shot by my father in law.
Life is different now that I’m in Sweden.
When I walk the streets here, people don’t make eye contact.
I wear long johns every day.
There is a laundry machine in the basement of the apartment building and even a drying room with a machine and a fan.
It starts getting dark by 15:30.
People always have several reflectors attached to themselves, their dogs and their kids.
Don’t be fooled by the relative small distance between the Netherlands and Sweden – they are two different worlds. (have you ever even SEEN a moose?)
Anyhow. Fortunately there is universal things that will always be the same.
Even in Sweden the plastic foil box doesn’t open properly (you know, that strip you’re supposed to take of the box, and that ALWAYS rips before you’re even half way done).
Even in Sweden people don’t always clean the filter in the dryer.
And even in Sweden they have Gouda cheese!!