החיים האלטרנטיביים שלי

I think as all people there, i got there by accident.

There was a sign in the road to some national park and since i was bitting the clock with my fast driving i decided to go see the park. then there was another promising option (they have a sign for touristic attractions here). I took the other one, not the park. lets face it, i don't like nature that much (so what the hell are you doing in Sweden, well maybe that's y i am not in Norway, maybe not). the other one was called something i didn't make sense of. something with mitt and punkt. so I thought where two places meat, maybe two rivers. or maybe where they eat a lot of meat. I dint know (the spelling is killing) so i drove and drove and drove. for more time. the signs kept coming and some word i couldn't really make sense of something with svrge or another. i continued though i was afraid. and then i got there. (well the computer don't let the camera connects but) I was in the Middle of Sweden. Right in the middle.

There was a sign asking people to  go and write your name in the cottage. The cottage was closed. So i did the Israeli thing - the Israeli revenge if you like. I wrote my name on one of the wooden markers of the middle. They should keep the cottage open through out the year!!! So my name will be there for ever and ever, in the middle of Sweden.

Then i tried to continue to where i was going. But like most people in the middle of Sweden, i couldn't get out. I drove and couldn't find my way. I was lost! and then the gasoline light turned on. and the little bip saying I am running out of fuel. So I stopped and asked a guy in a golf club. I am a bit lost i said. after some minutes he replied "Yea you are lost!" (that is what i like about the Swedes, they will tell it as it is.) but unlike most people in middle Sweden, I was able to get out. alive. in one piece.