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ನಾನು ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ಬಂದಾಗ ನನ್ನ ಅನುಭಾವಗಳನೆಲ್ಲಾ ಬರೆಯಬೇಕೆಂದು ಆಸೆ ಪಟ್ಟಿರಿ. ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ಈ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್. ಇದನ್ನು ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲೇ ಬರೆದರೆ ಹೃದಯ ಮುಟ್ಟುವುದೆಂಬ ಭಾವನೆ, ಆದರೆ ನನ್ನ ಕನ್ನಡವನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಹೃದಯಕ್ಕೆ ಆಘಾತ ಆಗಬಾರ್ದಲ್ಲವೇ?

Anyways, last weekend I had been to a place called Björboholm, Lerum ( read as : byurboholm, leeroom) which is located 40kms from my house. It was a Friday evening. I was out in the town with a few friends (from Volvo). Suddenly, I received a call from a friend (we are a group of 4. 2 boys and 2 girls, one of it is me) been a asking for where I was. He probably was mad at me as I was not at home waiting to leave to the country side to celebrate the birthday of another friend of his. The birthday boy is also my friend, probably not as much as he is to the others. On my defence- I was mad too, since I need atleast 2 days of notice to go anywhere (not that I had work to do over the weekend but just the thought of half hour notice feels bizarre).

I headed straight to the train station from the town and they joined me there. We took the bus from city at 8:24 and it is a 46minute bus ride on Orange express. It is January, the more inland we go the more white with snow it gets. the temperature was maybe about -5 degrees. I had been to the cottage previously for a strategic planning workshop. I was the only one aware that the cottage was 4kms walk from the main road. There is definitely nothing to be afraid of in the terrain / cold of Swedish winter, however, the cold and the dark itself freaked me out a little bit. But as we got off the bus and started to walk, my fears faded as I was well dressed (as the swedish saying goes “ there in nothing like bad weather, its bad clothing”). We walked on icy roads though the piles of snow. The journey was spectacular-nothing to be afraid of, nothing to fear.

What amuses me even more is the little cute cottage I have seen in the summer. It had not impressed me as much it did this time. Far away land in the winter wonderland was this tiny cottage for 6 people. Exceptionally nice land lord, horses, hot water, excellent sewage, house heating, beds, microwave, TV, radio, fridge, hot plate (to cook) and even a couch. There was nothing more I could ask for. It impresses me how swedish people are equipped with everything. I wonder if is because of the economic situation of the country as a whole or the general attitude of a swede!