“So, how do you have it really up there in Stockholm?”
up There in Stockholm…?
the Man sitting opposite me is a family with genera and, as far as I know, he lives so where a, 250 kilometres due west from the capital. He says, however, ”up there in Stockholm” with a matter of course that is not the question, it would be the same thing as to call into question his entire being.
curiously honest, his tone reveals that he is concerned about.
It turns out that his main source of state in the capital city is a reality tv-soap called type ”Metro”. He can’t stop looking at it. Through the he gets all of their preconceived ideas confirmed time and time again. In Stockholm, it is nasty. Which forced the stewards to make the standing intervention against all sorts of scum.
“I do not understand how one can live there,” he says, and draws the next card.
1) and then be forced to work in Stockholm, and 2) attempted to establish himself in Stockholm, but quickly returned to the countryside.
– There is no life, he observes and describes the inhospitable mobs, impenetrable traffic, skyrocketing housing costs and ogreppbar stress.
I see the gap between city and country – between him and me – to grow in front of my eyes. My attempt to a complaint, he meets with a kind of compassion, he don’t believe me when I declare my love for the city.
When I step off the train “up there” in Stockholm is teeming with it skidskoåkare in the backlight on the Riddarfjärden shiny ice. It is so beautiful that it hurts.
Ulrika Village is a reporter at DN. Like many others, she is long since inflyttad from the countryside. She is fascinated still by how fantastic close to nature Stockholm is. Also read her columns about the app-economy underpaid losers and everyday osjungna heroes .
