Posts Tagged ‘individuality’
Among foreigners it is a matter of common knowledge that you need a Swedish name if you want a Swedish job. Even though this country is basically bilingual and about half of Sweden moves to London to lead the life of a banker for a couple of years, foreign last names still a menace to society. I got lucky. My last name Read the rest of this entry »
Assuming everyone is tired of wrapping presents, I thought I’d share something new I recently discovered. The world- or let’s say Europe – is getting more service minded (I pray), and Hipstery does their share by enhancing the gift buying experience.
You tell the guys: “I need a present for my sister Julia”, whereupon they hand you Read the rest of this entry »
Sunny 15 degrees in Paris this morning!
Mama Shelter can only be recommended to those coming from countries with a rich breakfast culture. Lots of fruit, cheese, juices and even sourdough bread. Love it.
In France and Italy, days often kick off with a compelling mixture of sugar and wheat – which reliably makes me feel like a piece of wobbly pizza dough.
I had dinner with a bunch of Swedes (and one Finn) today. The conversation surfed our fantastic Russian quality manager, unisex saunas in Bremen and how five friends almost sank their boat just to celebrate the occasion with mashed potatoes and a bottle of champagne on a steamboat. The last part of the evening required some audio research: Swedish weddings. Read the rest of this entry »
It is lunchtime and in between two meetings, planning the year 2011 and 2012. The day started off in the same spirit when I read Nikkes blog on the subway. The latest post is about future visions and how Swedens right wing party doesn’t have any. He also has some hand on tips on how we can keep them out of our lives – with just a few clicks, status updates and recommendations. Read the rest of this entry »
Back in the Stockholm office!
And lunching with Johnny and Kalle, discussing Swedish behaviors in general and the ever so present modesty in particular.
The conversation got kicked off by a single candy lying on our thai-fastfood-lunchtable, followed by Johnny boldly grabbing and eating it with visible pleasure.
“Your know”, he chewed, “sometimes you just got to take a risk.”