When I was a boy, I had neighbours in Canada who were born in Sweden. I used a “Swede saw”, Swedish chainsaws and I met “richer” people who drove Volvos. Then there was Abba. I fell in love with Swedish Mausers at one point.
Sweden, the times, and I have all changed. I am not sure it’s for the better, though. I plan to travel home for Christmas Break tomorrow. Perhaps some pumpkin pie, ice-cream and turkey will improve my mood.