Thrown out on the countryside in the south of Upland, between Stockholm and Uppsala, there lies a small community called Maersta. Maybe you have never been there.
I don’t condemn you if you never been there. You can do just fine even if you never been to Maersta. Actually – millions of Swedes and even more Europeans have never set foot in Maersta, and they are quite happy anyway.
In this small community next to the railroad there lived a man who we can call Rune – Rune Bengthelin. Rune was a farmer.
A farmer with wide shoulders, a wide chest and big muscles. He was ever so content living in the small community that God had thrown out by the railroadtracks.
He used to make jokes about him being able to go in to Stockholm OR Uppsala if he wanted to go in to town. If you lived in Stockholm or Uppsala you had to stay home if you wanted to go in to town. So there.
That was the earthy and easy sence of humour that Rune had been blessed with. You get that if you live in the countryside.
(To be continued)
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