Distant Reflections

Never, ever take the last bus in the evening from Malmö during the Malmö festival, no matter how tempting it may be…

The best way to describe it is to imagine the most cramped commuter trains in Tokyo you can find (yes, just like the ones you have seen on TV, the ones with the guys pressing people into the cars) but with rude, drunk and noisy teenagers instead of middle aged salarymen trying to get home.

Maybe I could wish this treatment for my worst enemy, but then again I have precious few enemies to put through this purgatory.

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