# [2019.01.05] Ack, vad för en usel koja! Oh, what a miserable hut! --- exclaims the hero of the Fredmans epistle #34 about a house of his friend, Movitz, which burnt down in a fire in the XVIII century. Contemporary performances of this song are usually brave, vivid and not having even a little speck of tragedy. And today it became my favourite Swedish song after visiting the so-called Nordic Museum (or Nordiska Museet in Swedish). But in the morning we first went to Junibacken --- the museum of Astrid Lindgren's books characters. We were among the first visitors, so many rooms were nearly empty (usually they are full of kids). Our main aim, of course, was the story train, which we rode with great interest as during our first time here two years ago. The Nordiska itself was disappointing. Majestic from outside inside it looks mediocre organised museum mostly about the latest history of Sweden, and not about Nordic countries and peoples as the name assumes. There were several interesting things, though. First, a massive monument to the king Gustav Vasa with words 'Warer Swenske!' ('Be Swedish!') under its legs. Another thing was a Russian audioguide which stated that traditional Swedish meal at Midsummer day was herring and potatoes with vodka (it told literally: 'подавались с водочкой' --- which sounds strikingly Russian for me). One additional sense was that the XX century was not at all disastrous for Sweden. E.g. the audioguide named 1930 a tipping point because of the Stockholm Exhibition which actually had an immense impact on architecture and design, but when one talk about a tipping point in the 1930s in Russian history it's not about design but hunger, massive political repressions, forced industrialisation and so forth. So design as a 'tipping point' in the 1930s? Not even the Great Depression? Are you serious?:) In the evening we went to Kajsas Fisk --- famous, popular with tourists and locals and still quite a cheap place to eat some seafood. Or even much of seafood taking into consideration their portion sizes:) It's located between other stores of the local market where one can buy everything from tea and coffee to cheese and sausages to crabs and shrimps. The market itself is perfectly clean, not extremely noisy, with I would even say pleasant and polite vendors which in my experience is very rear luck:) By the way, the market (and Kajsas Fisk) is closed on Sundays. That's a bit strange for me, but it seems to me that here in Sweden people tend not to work harder than it's needed to be happy.