Showing posts with label englishman in sweden. Show all posts
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Sunday, 3 May 2020

What IS and What SHOULD BE


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Alla har lika värde. Everyone has equal worth. 

In Sweden most people take this as a universal truth. Everyone has equal worth. We should all be treated with respect as human beings. 

As a Britisher I sometimes feel a knee-jerk reaction against this. Nice sentiment, but what does that have to do with the harsh reality? 

The Swedish, on the other hand, reel off their values about human rights and equal worth as if they are physically existent. As if they were as real and solid as their own bodies. 

And what does it matter if the reality doesn't match the ideal, they claim. It SHOULD, that's the main thing. It SHOULD.

As I've already mentioned, to my British heart this attitude can sometimes seem obtuse and childish. The British are far too realistic (cynical, some might say) to listen to such idealism without referring to the ever-present cold, cruel reality: the ultimate arbiter. In fact, gleefully crushing what is seen as misguided optimism has become a sort of national sport. It allows you to elevate yourself by asserting your own wisdom and seniority. Grow up kid, the world is hard. Deal with it. Game, set, match.     

Yet the Swedes stubbornly maintain their idealism. Things SHOULD be better. They SHOULD. 

The British do not get as far as SHOULD. They are stuck on what IS. What IS is what IS is what IS. That's just the way it IS. End of story. Forever and ever, Amen. 

Even the leftists in Britain don't have a true faith in what SHOULD be. They seek change, yet ultimately most of their energy is locked into an all-consuming rage against the suffocating, omnipresent, immovable, unconquerable, undeniable weight of what IS. After all, they live in Britain. 

I have left Britain. I have left the land of "That's the way it IS". I live in Sweden. Childish, obtuse, hopeful Sweden. The land of "That's how it SHOULD be". 

You can call me a fool, but I prefer it here.  

Thursday, 7 December 2017

Cash in Sweden




There's no cash in Sweden. Hardly anywhere takes it. It's like there's some anti-cash taskforce hellbent on eradicating it. There's so little cash that even beggars take "Swish"  direct mobile-to-mobile transfers. 

I paid in cash recently and got a coin in my change. Wow, a coin! It's a 5 kronor, shiny and new and minted in 2016. I would have preferred it scuffed and scarred, but beggars can't be choosers (actually, they chose "Swish"). I hold it up to the light, flip it, eyeball the markings.  My coin isn't even nice  all it's got on it are three splodgy crowns. The metal is thin and light, like toy money. I suppose Sweden makes their money so boring that everyone just sticks with card....nice, observable, traceable card. So safe. So clean. So...easily monitored. "Good show" say the kill-the-cash bureaucrats "Break out the light beer Lasse, cash is down by five fucking percent! HURRA!"     

But a coin is something hard and real. It's not just 'blip-blip-gone'. You can flip it, slap it into your palm. Just for fun. 

I'm keeping it. Those fuckers aren't taking it away from me!