In town today, pavements everywhere were cordoned off with orange pylons and hazard tape. Men in flourescent yellow coats were shouting ‘Watch out!’ and ‘Stand still!!’ and waving us pedestrians into the street and straight into the on-coming traffic.
Mounds of snow were pushed down from the roof-tops by men perched precariously on the roof tiles and attached by ropes and harnesses. A seemingly insecure occupation. The snow came exploding into the pavements below and splinters of ice and powdery snow billowed up like jets of steam. Walking through Stockholm today was like navigating a minefield with explosions to the left and to the right.
It seems like the snowy roof-tops have become too dangerous in the city. And when this happens, who do you call? The snow busters.
This is yet another strange part of life in Sweden. Avalanches in the city.