Moving to New York - the Wombats
Both Wednesday's and yesterday's conversations were with friends of friends, but today a complete stranger took the liberty to exchange a few words with me. It was an Italian technologist who apparently must have thought I looked like a person who had a clue. He was wrong. I didn't have a clue - about which station you were supposed to get off at to ski. Ski?! In the middle of Stockholm - my one and only true home throughout the years!? Would we have famous skiing routes? I was majorly confused. Luckily for me, we managed to steer the conversation elsewhere and as we got off at the same station he got some help with orientating himself to the nearest skiing route.
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