It’s been over two months since the general election, and still no government in Sweden. This is because the 8 parties can’t find a suitable coalition that doesn’t damage egos, betray voters, let in the nationalists or destroy alliances. It’s a bit like watching a discussion between toddlers in a sand box:
- Ulf wants most of all to play with Ebba, Jan and Annie
- Annie doesn’t want to play with Ulf, Ebba and Jan unless Isabella is allowed in
- Annie and Jan definitely don’t want to play with Jimmy or Jonas
- Annie and Jan want to play with Isabella but Isabella wants to play with Jonas and Stefan
- Jonas is happy to play with Stefan and Isabella but not Jimmy or Ulf or Ebba
- Stefan wants Annie and Jan to join in with Jonas and Isabella
- Nobody wants to play with Jimmy, except sometimes Ulf and Ebba
- Jimmy doesn’t know who he wants to play with
One wonders how it all will end. Well, how does this discussion in a sand box usually end?
Today I was reminded of a fun Swedish word. A very contemporary one.
The Swedish word I’m referring to is ‘trumpen’. Contemporary for obvious reasons, the word is an adjective and translates as the following:
Appropriate, isn’t it? Shame it doesn’t also mean misguided, arrogant and narcissistic.
I remember walking around Stockholm when I had recently moved here. It was a pitch black Saturday evening in November, cold and crisp. As I approached a majestic church, I noticed that it was shimmering from the grave yard. This yellow and white light slowly flickered and cast shadows on the gravestones and the church wall. As if drawn by a magic spell, I walked up to the church and looked over the wall. The sight that met my eyes was spectacular and serene at the same time. Hundreds of candles were spread around the cemetery, decorating each of the graves. In the memory grove a bright blazing blanket of candles lit up the area. It was as if the spirits of the dead had come out to play.
In Sweden, the first Saturday in November is All Saints’ Day (the Sunday after All Saints’ Day is called All Souls’ Day to separate between the saints and the dead).
Since the 1800’s Swedes have, during this weekend, made pilgrimage to graveyards up and down the country to decorate the graves with candle light and to pay respect to the dead. It is a much more elegant and atmospheric tradition than the typical Halloween parties that otherwise have become very popular in Sweden.
It is a truly beautiful experience to walk through the churchyards this weekend. In the pitch black November Nordic darkness, it is a peaceful reminder of those who have gone before us. So head for your nearest cemetery this weekend and, if you happen to be in Stockholm, go to the Forest graveyard (Skogskyrkogården) for a specifically spectacular experience (pictured below).