Tag: Gothenburg stories

Seeing: Believing, Disbelieving, Unbelieving I stand at the tram stop of Central Station, I think: Should I greet her, or not? Is it a decent...

Mother Linnea’s Remembrance Linnea Kaspersen and Jonas Kellerman has shopped and dined at Nordstan the centre of shoppers, diners and idlers; and came out of...

Ascension of Affection Sofi Pedersdotter has arrived at her nonagenarian father’s fifth-floor flat in an apartment overlooking another block in Redbergsplatsen one of the densely...

On Facebook: Sunni Palestinian & Semi-Jewish Swedish Spring. Easter is a week away: Good Friday and Easter Monday. Carin Lanzmannsson gets a call via Facebook. She could...

Musical Man sans Audibility The day after Christmas, Patrik Falkenland and Antje Vikström freed themselves from family and friends and set out to spend some...

Gashis at Barbershop Stop, Mrs Gashi said in Swedish, just after the fourth lap of threading on her left cheek. It was only the beginning....

“Is it Sweden or America or North Korea?” Oscar Eklund, the sexagenarian past working age of 65, arrived at the Central Station 15 minutes before...

Lack of Tactile Love On a drizzly weekday, a week before Easter, the Lindquist and the Blomqvist met over an early dinner at a café...