But sometimes I get it completely wrong. There are rules I am not aware of, streets I didn't see before and words even the internet can't translate for me. To most Swedes I am not a Swede. I am a tourist at best, an outsider for most.
I am in a constant state of flux, switching between insider and outsider, being neither and at the same time being both. It is a weird sensation.
“I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!”