{"id":1460,"date":"2010-07-09T13:52:57","date_gmt":"2010-07-09T13:52:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/swedish\/?p=1460"},"modified":"2010-07-09T13:52:57","modified_gmt":"2010-07-09T13:52:57","slug":"my-swedish-connection-collection","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/swedish\/my-swedish-connection-collection\/","title":{"rendered":"My Swedish connection collection"},"content":{"rendered":"

A while back I came out<\/a> about my weird habit of counting Swedish things around me. Well, this behaviour (beteende<\/strong>) hasn’t got any better. In fact, it has gone slightly mad. But now my counting has expanded from Swedish things\/brands\/colours to people with a Swedish connection (samband<\/strong>). Is it just me, or is the world full of them? Some true (sanna<\/strong>) examples from the past week:<\/p>\n

Monday morning, in a cab to the train station. It is stupidly early and I am not in a mood for small talk. The taxi driver though, is. He asks me where I am going, what I am doing and something about the weather (but of course…) and the beauty of bright light early mornings. I hum something back and just out of the blue, the taxi driver says: “But the midnight sun in Scandinavia, ah… that’s something quite special…”. Guess who instantly woke from the half dead? It turns out this man has spend five years living in Sweden and we did the rest of the journey talking about the sights of G\u00f6teborg – in Swedish…<\/p>\n

Wednesday evening, in a sofa at a party watching the crucial game between Spain and Germany. My support for Germany is obvious and someone asks me if I am German. No, I am Swedish.
\n“Oh are you? I used to live in Helsingborg, I had a girlfriend there. Hur m\u00e5r du?”
\nWe forget about the game (boring anyway…) and talk about the beuaty of my country until a girl, who just joined us in front of the telly, breaks the news that she used to live in Gothenburg for three years when she was a kid. In September, she’s going back for the first time since and would love some tips. I was more than happy to give her a few.<\/p>\n

Thursday evening, walking home from work. The phone rings, it’s a unknown number which usually means someone trying to sell me something. I answer anyway and quickly turn down his “very special once in a lifetime offer” of a magazine subscription (prenumeration<\/strong>). I blame the fact that I am going away for a while. As the polite (artig<\/strong>) and chatty salesperson he is, he asks me where to? Sweden.
\n“Really? My granddad was Swedish, we go back every now and then….”<\/p>\n

And I haven’t even mentioned Christina, that I “met” last week here on the blog, a Swenglish girl who is living in the same city as me but who are just about to move her whole life to Sweden. There is a guy at the pub who speaks Swedish. Actually, there is two, come to think about it. And Shauna, a new random facebook friend in Australia who fell in love with Sweden by reading Selma Lagerl\u00f6f… Well, you get the picture! Wherever I look, I see Swedish connections.<\/p>\n

Okay, I know I might be looking out for them a bit more than normal, but what about you guys? I know most of you obviously (uppenbarligen<\/strong>) has a some link to up there – presumably a strong one as well – but what is it? Bumped into any likeminded lately?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A while back I came out about my weird habit of counting Swedish things around me. Well, this behaviour (beteende) hasn’t got any better. In fact, it has gone slightly mad. But now my counting has expanded from Swedish things\/brands\/colours to people with a Swedish connection (samband). Is it just me, or is the world…<\/p>\n

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