In the train to Stockholm

Stacked with delicious sugarfree bars and raspberries out of the garden of my host Lykke I head to Stockholm. Next to me is a family with a boy of three years old. Sitting on his mother’s lap, he’s watching Pipi Longstocking. The mother is sound asleep.

In this train a couple of questions come up. A man asks me how much it costs. He looks pleasantly surprised when I say it costs anything. A lady asks me whether it’s legal to collect drawings in a train. “I don’t know.” “I think it’s not. You’re not allowed to do commercial activities.” “But there is no money involved.””Hmm, but still it is an advertisement. The people seem to find it okay. I just wanted to know.” People find it more than okay and there are quite some happy drawers.

An eight year old boy starts to draw and practices his English. “Do you have red?” A few minutes later he asks “Har du har sort?” I give him a black marker. He looks surprised. “Taler du Densk?” “Nej” We both smile.

When I come back at my place the three-year-old has made another drawing.I say it’s a beautiful monster. He replies: “It’s my grandpa.”