SUMMER PUTS HERSELF TO BED, SWEET DREAMS OF SUNSHINE IN YOUR HEAD
All those crappy crap days are worth it when Sweden pulls out all the stops like she did today. I think of Sweden as a ‘she’ probably because her name is Svea, at least that’s what I call her (she calls me Lis, or sometimes Elisabet, whistling the s between her teeth. Swedes always seem to soften z sounds, it’s so cute). How does a people decide whether the land that birthed and nurtured them is a motherland or a fatherland? Or is it just different for each individual? Or for each sex? I never really thought about this before,...