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This time while traveling home I met a old lady with a dog in a bag, a huge coca-cola bottle and constantly complaining about everyting. She was kind of strange, smelling like there was more into the bottle then just coca-cola and she wanted to smoke all the time. She looked like she was from the 1980ies and told me she had lived arround the world, that she had some spanich blood in her veins and then she hated Sweden too. She wanted people to get hard punishment, didn't really dislike heads cut off if someone was a pedophile and she thought we were really lame in Sweden when we had just one or two years of prisonment for pedophiles. She was negative and never believed that the middle east would resolve and get peace. Called Norwegians "people with nazi-blood in their veins" and that Norwegians showed off this by telling jokes about Swedish people and such.

Now I feel a bit paranoid and I just wanna forget her, because she was no good inspiration on who I want to be at all. She was on the contrary the opposite. But what can you do, strange things happening seems to happen us.

So have you ever met anyone on a train or a bus or anywere else where it is abit more anonymous, that you would forever remember?

I know it is really interesting...

Love Leelene

Not as far as I can remember, but where did this lady you talked about come from? Just since she obviously hated Sweden and Norway. Personally Sweden is the country I would move to if I had to leave Denmark. Sweden has several gems I like about the country but that is another talk

SHe was on the contrary the opposite, hm? Interesting!

Yeah I come across weird people every now and then. Last time there were some kissing lesbians. Any guy would say you're gay if you don't like to watch that I guess, but they were far from pretty, so it almost made me puke

Yeah, such ppl exists . I meet them sometimes with my work .

@ Jacob: Yeah, I would move to sweden too, if I had to leave Holland

You meet lesbians at your work? Oh ~ fancy!

GeeJee wrote:You meet lesbians at your work? Oh ~ fancy!

Sometimes too yeah, but actually I was referring to Lee

More like any guy would say that if it was about hot lesbians, duh, GeeJee! P:

Anyhow, never really encountered anyone weird on the train, but last time I was in Helsinki waiting for a tram there was this really obnoxious old guy carrying a grocery store plastic bag yelling stuff about gay people and muslims. He entered the bus (the tram and bus stations were next to each other), kind of felt bad for the people in there

She was interesting and Swedish...

I only hate Sweden when every time you need help you never can ask a Swede to do it, just immigrants like: can you take me down to the trainstation, I am out of money??? The Swedes say: take the bus, take the cab, don't you have a credit card etc, but the immigrant just says Yes! That annoys me with my own country, that my own country-men and women are so affraid to help out. One more thing...can I borrow 10 SEK? The Swede says: No, but there is a teller-machiene over there where you can get 100 SEK out for. When all you need is 10 SEK to get a carry-vagon at the grossary store, the immigrant, Yes of Cause.

So in a sence we Swedes are so affraid to help out because we fear that we need to help one out after that. When all science tell me is that if you help out 8 people after you will be happier because they will try to help each other out, but if you are crancy and angry and not happy to help out you get 3 people after you really tired and sad and angry...I don't get Swedes at times.

But the best stuff with us is sometimes that we leave each other alone when we need it I guess. It is OK to sit and cry and be alone in a croud and not in need to tell the people arround you why, if you just cry over some silly stuff.

But I would not hate Sweden because of this. I would never say, I move out just because I can't get why it is like it is. But that is just me.

But as you say, she was interesting, but scary imo. I said as little as I wanted to her and let her be the one who talked.

Love Leelene

I have not really meant any strange people on the train. They all seem to be nice and polite.

On a very rare occasion I remember that there was a man in his twenties who had very long black jet hair, wore black leather clothes, big platform wedge boots and silver piercing studs about six each in his ears and two nose rings. When he stood up from his seat OMG he was really tall!

He certainly made a fashion statement.

I did think looking back. I bet he would be better looking if he just dressed nice.