I felt good today. I felt real good. I woke up and headed towards the bank [again] to open a Swedish account so I can get a hold of my student aid. Smiles and Stamina. I was on my way.
But yet another kink in the bank account getting process left me, well, pissed. Swedish Paper Shuffling matches that of Indian Bureaucracy. As I tromped home, I repeated, "it's a cultural experience, it's a cultural experience..."
I had to tromp back't'bank of course [again, again]. This time I grabbed my camera. Yes. Damn you bank, I'll be a tourist. And I was.
"Just a Street"
"Meet me on the Main Street"
Don't see very many cars, ey? Well there aren't many around. Though I come from the other side of the tracks, where concrete jungle-weeds are sprouting anti-pedestrian highway spirals [nothing compared to home, but frustrating just the same]. But here, on this side of the tracks. It's nice.
I returned home, full of photo. And Sick. Yes. It's returned. One step back. I looked out the window. And you'll never believe it:
"No-Pole-Knoll"
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