sweden!

I've found my calling in sweden: playing chess with old laconic men from the north. when they do talk they talk about vikings. they're very pale, and with their jelly red noses and lips they look like they just came in from the cold. it's difficult to get their rhythm, often when i was convinced the line had gone dead Tord (like the god of thunder) would putter back to life again, this time to tell me about vikings in sicily. I felt like a whippersnapper, like dog running around and around its owner with its leash, like a hummingbird waiting for spring.

i beat Tord all three times and it felt good.