Today is 25th of April and it fucking snows. Not just today. It’s not like a little drunken gag from mother nature, unless she’s been on a bender for about a week. It’s been snowing on and off since Easter.
If you know a lot of Swedes, you know we’re not easy going. Sorry, we try but we fail. Because we know there’s another fucking snowstorm coming any day now, be it December or July. No use planning for a BBQ because the beer might freeze. Still, if it by some miracle all of a sudden happens to be sunny outside, we can’t be inside and miss the one chance we get at any vitamin D this year, so we can’t plan for an indoors party either.
From October to May, going out means suffering. Naturally, you don’t see many smiling faces out in the street. There’s nothing to smile about. We’ve spent six moths putting on layers on top of layers of clothes, and dressing up our kids like eskimoes so that they can’t move. And yes, they hate it, so there’s six months of kicking and screaming. We’re wet, cold and exhausted and at the same time sweating from the subway ride to work.
Mother nature fucked us. Our forfathers must have been loo-oo-oosers to be handed this place. We’re OK. Most of us have shelter and 200 layers of clothes. Those who don’t, well that’s a far bigger issue that I won’t try to address here. We’re OK, but it aint much fun. We all talk about moving somewhere, but it’s hard to leave everything. Seems you need even better reasons for doing that (oh, here I go again with the much bigger issues! Sorry!) So we keep wishing it would sometimes snow in April. Because here, it always does. (Oskar Hovell, aka Orren).