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There is a guy I see some mornings when I walk back from the ICA. He would be in his early thirties, if that. He has two small kids that he walks to the förskola. I can’t remember why he started speaking English to me but, he does, every time I see him. Not long conversations, just a few social chats.
I haven’t seen him for a while but then, this morning, I saw him just before I reached the cemetery. We talked about nothing in particular but, as we reached the gate to the graves he said “And this will be your last resting place.“
“Yes, I like to visit my friends,” I said as I started towards Inge et al.
“When the kids ask what that place is,” He said, pointing into the cemetery. “I say it’s for people who are no more.“
I turned up towards the gate but not before tapping the side of my head and saying “Except in here.”
He agreed and we went our separate ways.
An odd little exchange, I thought. And, to be strictly accurate, I did stop somewhere else on the way home so I could make a note of our conversation. I often do this or my addled old brain would forget. Therefore, the cemetery wasn’t my last resting place after all.
And, of course, it’s little exchanges like that that give me something to write about when I have days like today when nothing much happens.
Possibly the other, most interesting thing that happened was via an email.
Back in 2023, as we were returning to Sweden, we stopped at Walsrode, a small town in northern Germany. The only place we could find that was open and selling food was a Vietnamese restaurant called Asia Van Quan. And it only took cash or, oddly enough, PayPal. But no cards.
We managed to pay by using PayPal. Anyway, I wrote a review saying the food was good but be warned and make sure you have some Euros. Then, today, I received an alert from Google saying that my review of this little Vietnamese restaurant had attracted 500 views. 500! I find that extraordinary.
Mind you, it seems to have gone a bit downhill. The more recent reviews are not happy ones. It seems the food has declined in taste and quality.
I’m thinking we might never return. That way, the memory of the meal will remain untainted.
