It was in Sweden in the winter.
It was -25 degrees. If I went out, I got cold on the inside of my cheeks.
There was a fair risk of me dying or getting severe medical problems if I had to walk home in only the dress I was wearing.
Then later my jacket was found, I hugged someone who I thought had contributed to saving my life and we went home. Took a cigarette on the way, as people do when they are young wild and have stolen too many beers.
Our cigarettes kept burning out from the cold and we had to relight them 5 times a cig.
Do you know how it feels when it's so cold that when you breathe the snot in your nose freezes with each breath? Or that when you've been to the shop to buy milk, it might have frozen by the time you've gotten home? Or that you can't use disposable cameras for five months a year because it's too dark in your country?
After living most of my life in Sweden, I can't still understand that people chose to live and chose to stay here in the winter.
It's not made for civilisation, it's working against logic.
Which makes it all very human.
Welcome up North.
Make sure to bring your long johns.
a frozen amusement park
Kungsör's own white house