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Min stad, just där solen börjar om
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An immigrant in Sweden, prt. V
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– Where are you from?
Sweden, or uh, the Netherlands.
– Huh, ok, so what is it then?
Are you Swedish or Holland-ish?
Well, I’m Dutch, but I live in Sweden.
– So what does that make you? Do you have double nationality?
My passport says Dutch, but I’ve been in Sweden for more than four (and a half: gasp!) years, so I’m a member of ‘society’, but I’m not Swedish.
– But you don’t look like you’re from Holland. Where is your blond hair? And your wooden shoes? Do you have those? And your curls, are those natural?
Well, my mom was born in Surinam, so that’s where I got the curls from, I think, and the big ol’ but.
– What? Surinam? Is that in Africa? You’re not dark, your skin is so pale. But I guess I could see it in the lips and hips.
No, it lies in South-America.
– South-America, like Brazil or Argentina? can you speak Portuguese?!
It lies in the north, close to Venezuela. Unfortunately, no Portuguese no. They have their own language though.
– Oh, so is it close to like Colombia? Paraguay?
Something like that.
– I’ve never heard of that country. Are you sure it’s real?
Yes, yes it is. There’s a lot of rainforest and the amazon goes through there as well.
– So your mom grew up in the jungle?! Is she from one of those super secluded tribes that shoot arrows at passing aircrafts?
More than 4 years I’ve been living in Sweden, and after 4 year’s of keeping up with life’s ‘new’ pace, I have finally started to slow down. It is now January 2017, and two years after my father’s passing I have started to experience what inner peace feels like.
From the first month, september 2012, when I was studying in Lund everything started to enter in a rapid pace with graduation, travels, moving to Stockholm, getting a topnotch job, yadayadayada. It at times felt more like a waterfall crashing over me. ‘Career! Travel! Meetings! Dinner! Expat life! Apartment hunting! Dinners!’
At about a 10 min walk, I can take a dip in the ‘ocean’, a 30 minutes drive and I’m in the woodlands or a sleepy beach town and a 15 min subway ride takes me tot the concerthall or royal opera. One of my favourite song is ‘Stockholm’ by Oskar Linnros. There is something so magical about this city. No matter the season, the city is beautiful to capture. If you ever doubt to visit, don’t!