The snow keeps falling and falling. Really it should be spring now, but instead I am stuck in a land where
men believe in the incredible sex appeal of pink scarfs and where the hippest song on a night out is "Hip
Hurray, Here Come the Rubber Bears" (Now I do not know what this specific cartoon is translated to in English,
but you all must know it - its something you have seen on Tv when there was a.nothing better on or b.when you have that minute
of the day where you would watch absolutly anything to escape your confusing surroundings.) Now, just to emphasize my
point: listening to this particular song on a saturday night out is not my definition of a good night, and if it
is yours I am afraid you will not share my sense of humour OR my love of irony and sarcasm. (Read no
further.)
We leave it at that for the moment. If you ask me for the purpose of this site - there is none. Or actually,
coming to think of it there is: I think people deserve to know the truth about this strange country. Usually it is rather
funny, but in a "this-simply-cant-be-happening" kind of way.
There are millions of things about this peculiar group of people which you all believe to be myths and stories
- but let me assure you, they are all true.
My name is Hotlips, I am 24 and (even though against every little ounce of will power and self discipline)
on my way of becoming: a Swede.
Note to self - several voices: "Hi Hotlips"
I live in a city where people actually (and not too long ago) dropped an egg into a lake which they believed
came from Nessie, yes, as in Nessie from Loch Ness.
Always looking for an opportunity to get real drunk this turned into an Absolute Nessie Party. Now you will
think I am joking - but they are absolutly serious about it. The egg is supposed to attract tourists, and now, as the egg
sunk into the lake about three years ago and several people claim to have seen baby Nessie (amongst others Bengan, 46, lawyer)
soon they will seriously start looking for the little monster.
Remains of the broken egg shell were put into a museum as proof for baby Nessies hatching.
The reason I tell you all this is simply to prepare you for everything I will share. It is rather fucking
funny considering people seriously do, say or believe in these things.
This is the story of a foreign girl in a weired country.
