I arrived in Sweden carrying a backpack, dragging a huge troller and pushing my son`s stroller at the same time. The laptop suitcase was leaning by my neck. I must have been quite an appearance, since a few innocent citizens stopped and looked at me smiling. It must have been a warm welcome after all.
The next couple of days would have been annoying in absence of the signs. But they started to show, one by one, as if someone kept them in store for me for a long time and suddenly decided to display them all, like a fortune teller displaying her cards. The first one was The Fool.
