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Yes another on taken in front of my local wallmart Known as A.G. Favör

I am drinking someting that is named ice something perhaps a alco-pop from shop or systembolaget (a shop where Swedes buy their alcohol)

Peace and Noise!

/ Mushroombrain 20 years from n ow!

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Café Frequenters Episode 278
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Hello Lizzy Lizz small bug and friend withy a cute snout!

I know that you have asked me before about my nationality, both when we have met Live and by letter and/or Phone... I just get the feeling that I never gave you a good answer so I am gonna give it a new try, The Coffee-machine is loaded and working and I have a full pack of new squiggies next to the coffee-maker the ashtray is here too, now nothing can disturb me and I will start writing...

Ok, Nationality, yes, you know that I often say that I am not a Swede, well in some cases I am a swede, I have gone in their (boring) school, I have head-butted with any of the grinding grey Swedish bureaucracy, been tied up in any red tape, walked through their swamps... Oh wait, now it is becoming a pansy fantasy adventure... Excuse me, I am just gonna get some more coffee buff some fags and move my brain back to starting position...

Ok, Lets start again...
I think that what I want to say is that I have several realities open at once, according to one system it is easy I am a citizen of Two European states The U.K. and Sweden....

That is the easiest way to state what nationality I am,

Then we have the connection bit, Here I am a Swede in the sense that I grew up in the country and was forced through it institutions and yada-yada you know the rest of that part...

Then you Have Denmark or rather Copenhagen, I am not a Danish citizen, I am often considered a Swede in this country even though I speak some kind of Danish and half-grew up there, so culturally I am Part Danish, because I know the culture, speak some version of their language, but I didn´t go to school there, but I have friends there, have lived there, frequented their cafés, shops all the rest... I also got a Danish CPR-number since I have worked there... But I am locally tied mostly the the greater capital area CPH or KBH

Ok, England or the U.K or whatever well as you know My granny is born in England, London, was a kid during the Blitz and evacuated temporarily to cornwall (the pirate part of the UK)

But is she English? she grew up a cockney but her father had foreign parents Jews from either The Netherlands or The Hungarian-Austrian state that existed back then... it depends on which relative you ask...
and Her Mother was according to most sources half English half Irish, that is why my Granny grew up a catholic and went to a catholic school run by nasty nuns...

Where was I now, then you have my paternal Granddad, He war born in Sweden he had either some polish or Galician ancestry perhaps with some sami or finish in his gene-pool...

But now skip all this, I am gonna focus on the customs and cultures now, my Granddad left Sweden as a very young adult as a coal shoveler on an old fashioned ship just after the 2nd WW, there he met my even young granny on Ireland...

oh, My head starts to hurt and Guess what B-Tim called, he wants me to com to the Vinyl Café, I owe him money so I better go straight a way...

So I will cut this thing short and post the letter on my way to the Vinyl Café...

My point is, I think, that nationality is a floating subject, what do you feel, what is your history what customs have you acquired either by choice or by just growing up...

To ad to the complicated matter, is that one of my sides of the family has much of a culture stemming from the international circus world, that is why my granny uses many words who are polari slang, I don´t even think she knows it as such, but the words in her english have stuck after years working at circus and theaters...

Oh, My head is spinning, I have to rewrite this in a later letter to you since now, my brain just went blank...

Take care my most beloved Greek-insect living in Paris...

/ Johnny trans-counter-International but not a nationalist

Description
Yes another on taken in front of my local wallmart Known as A.G. Favör

I am drinking someting that is named ice something perhaps a alco-pop from shop or systembolaget (a shop where Swedes buy their alcohol)

Peace and Noise!

/ Mushroombrain 20 years from n ow!

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Café Frequenters Episode 278
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Hello Lizzy Lizz small bug and friend withy a cute snout!

I know that you have asked me before about my nationality, both when we have met Live and by letter and/or Phone... I just get the feeling that I never gave you a good answer so I am gonna give it a new try, The Coffee-machine is loaded and working and I have a full pack of new squiggies next to the coffee-maker the ashtray is here too, now nothing can disturb me and I will start writing...

Ok, Nationality, yes, you know that I often say that I am not a Swede, well in some cases I am a swede, I have gone in their (boring) school, I have head-butted with any of the grinding grey Swedish bureaucracy, been tied up in any red tape, walked through their swamps... Oh wait, now it is becoming a pansy fantasy adventure... Excuse me, I am just gonna get some more coffee buff some fags and move my brain back to starting position...

Ok, Lets start again...
I think that what I want to say is that I have several realities open at once, according to one system it is easy I am a citizen of Two European states The U.K. and Sweden....

That is the easiest way to state what nationality I am,

Then we have the connection bit, Here I am a Swede in the sense that I grew up in the country and was forced through it institutions and yada-yada you know the rest of that part...

Then you Have Denmark or rather Copenhagen, I am not a Danish citizen, I am often considered a Swede in this country even though I speak some kind of Danish and half-grew up there, so culturally I am Part Danish, because I know the culture, speak some version of their language, but I didn´t go to school there, but I have friends there, have lived there, frequented their cafés, shops all the rest... I also got a Danish CPR-number since I have worked there... But I am locally tied mostly the the greater capital area CPH or KBH

Ok, England or the U.K or whatever well as you know My granny is born in England, London, was a kid during the Blitz and evacuated temporarily to cornwall (the pirate part of the UK)

But is she English? she grew up a cockney but her father had foreign parents Jews from either The Netherlands or The Hungarian-Austrian state that existed back then... it depends on which relative you ask...
and Her Mother was according to most sources half English half Irish, that is why my Granny grew up a catholic and went to a catholic school run by nasty nuns...

Where was I now, then you have my paternal Granddad, He war born in Sweden he had either some polish or Galician ancestry perhaps with some sami or finish in his gene-pool...

But now skip all this, I am gonna focus on the customs and cultures now, my Granddad left Sweden as a very young adult as a coal shoveler on an old fashioned ship just after the 2nd WW, there he met my even young granny on Ireland...

oh, My head starts to hurt and Guess what B-Tim called, he wants me to com to the Vinyl Café, I owe him money so I better go straight a way...

So I will cut this thing short and post the letter on my way to the Vinyl Café...

My point is, I think, that nationality is a floating subject, what do you feel, what is your history what customs have you acquired either by choice or by just growing up...

To ad to the complicated matter, is that one of my sides of the family has much of a culture stemming from the international circus world, that is why my granny uses many words who are polari slang, I don´t even think she knows it as such, but the words in her english have stuck after years working at circus and theaters...

Oh, My head is spinning, I have to rewrite this in a later letter to you since now, my brain just went blank...

Take care my most beloved Greek-insect living in Paris...

/ Johnny trans-counter-International but not a nationalist