Norrköping

And she was still saying that this was her horse.

So when we, you know, catch him in, uh, in Norrköping from the airport, she was posting out, "Now has my Topper come.

Congratulations to me." [laughs] And I was, you know, and that is also maybe how I am.

Yeah.

It is greatly appreciated.

I am in Norrköping, Sweden this week doing a really exciting program that I've wanted to do for a long time.

Uh, the first half is Prokofiev's Sinfonia concertante with Andreas Brantelid, the fantastic cellist.

And then the second half is a program that I've come up with that is a bit tied to my obsession with history, and it is a program that basically goes from before World War I to after.

Um, would you mind kind of running us through this one and why you decided to cover an entire, dedicate an entire article to it?

Yeah, I mean, uh, I first, honestly, I first read about it in a post on Facebook that, uh, Albert S. Rosales, uh, uh, did, where he, he told this weird story which was set in 1973 [clicks tongue] in an area called Vikbolandet, outside Norrköping.

Uh, and there was this ...

The ...

there's this special sequence.

What did you say? Norrköping,

right? Norrköping, home.

When Johan Bongsbo drives with the ball.

He drives with the ball, passes to Hussein Kaneil, who scores, and we're like, here's the future.

And that feels like the truest story of all.

Tomorrow, I'm thinking of driving out to Virum Algpark to see the moose and then maybe a walk in Norrkoping again to watch the light go down through the old trees.

Everything I've mentioned today, the bus times, the cafe at Sevedstorp, the museum tickets, is in the episode notes if you wanna plan your own visit.

For now, the night is settling in over Vimmerby, and the stories are all around waiting for the morning.

I mean, that would, that would, that would definitely wreck the, uh, paint job on the, uh, if you-

I remember, uh, this is quite a long time ago though, um, I was at Norrköping Airport in Sweden, which is about halfway down the country, and I used to fly there from Copenhagen with the SAS Commuter routes, and they operated, uh, Fokker 50s at the time.

And I was boarding a Fokker 50 to go back to Copenhagen.

Parked next to us was an MD-80, or 81 I think it would've been, of SAS, just about to taxi off to, uh, to take off, so g- going off the ramp.