working in retail, your “weekend” rarely coincides with what the general public consider as the normal weekend. mine fell on tuesday and wednesday this week. so up to seattle i went with my swedish friends. two have been here for a year, they are leaving in a few weeks, one was visiting for two or three weeks and headed home wednesday night from sea-tac. altogether there was five of us, two american, and three swedish. there were times when the conversation would be going so fast that they couldn’t keep up and would slip a swedish word or two in, then there were times when they would stop and turn to the other and say “how do you say [insert swedish word here]?” the other would respond, stutter, but respond. over the last year, i have been introduced to different forms of swedish life. joel (pronounced like it looks, not yoel) gave me a book by Dag Hammerskjold, a very good book and i’ve recommended it before on here. he also loaned me two cds of his by kent, a swedish band that really knows how to rock. all their stuff is in swedish, well, all the stuff i have of theirs. but, after listening to it, i know that it’s mostly about girls, you can tell by the music sometimes. so i talked to joel, and he said i was right. to sum up now, music surpasses language barriers. so does mt. dew.

adam.

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