Sitting inside in the hot dog stand today, at the ninth hole at Flommens golf coarse, being fried in the fat oils coming from the hot dogs I thought that “I just can’t wait until I get to Kenya so that I will se beautiful new places and not the inside of this stupid wooden box”. I regretted that thought two seconds later when the door flew wide open and all the napkins flew out with the wind witch forced me to take a step outside. Sun, sun and more sun, a few white clouds, the beach cabins in different collars and the golf course’s green grass, a landscape I’m so familiar with that I forget how beautiful it is. And just behind the sand dunes is Oresund with its blue and green water and white sand beach and the bridge connecting Sweden and Denmark. It is not a place where the nature runs wild or anything like that but it is a place where people have succeeded to not totally destroying nature’s beauty with their impact. If you have time a sunny day in July, take the buss down and go to the beach, walk the streets in the old parts of Falsterbo and come and say hello to me in the wooden box at the ninth hole of Flommens golf club.
// Stop spitting out your snuff (is that a word) on my green grass //
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