My first trip to Stockholm was in summer 2003. It wasn’t my first trip to Sweden; the summer before I had been to the south of the country, combining a few days in Copenhagen with a few more in its Swedish neighbour across the Öresund Bridge, the city of Malmö in southern Sweden. I immediately took a shine to the country, with its fresh air and sparkling water (for more on my then-burgeoning love affair, see 5 Reasons Why I Love Sweden), so the following summer I headed to its capital to see a little more of what Sweden had to offer.
It was there, in a basement café under the Royal Swedish Opera House in the city centre, that I had an encounter which, brief as it was, had a lasting impact on me. I had gone in for a spot of lunch; this was back in my pre-vegetarian days, and I decided this was the perfect occasion to try Swedish meatballs. Determined to make an effort, I had a stab at ordering using the Swedish name of the dish, köttbullar. It wasn’t too successful – this wasn’t the first time I discovered that Swedish words aren’t pronounced anything like how they would be in English – but at least it broke the ice with the waiter, who insisted on me repeating his pronunciation until I got it right…
Sitting down at a counter with meatballs and a beer, I settled in to a quiet lunch with my guidebook. Towards the end of my meal, however, I was approached by an older gentleman. I would probably have him pegged as a typical opera-goer: well-dressed, dapper, a little flamboyant; in any case he struck me immediately as a nice person as he politely asked where i was from. “England”, I told him.
“You’re from England? Please let me pay for your lunch”. Taken aback, I politely declined. “No, please, let me. I want to thank you for everything your country did for Sweden during the war”.
And with that, accepting my stunned but grateful thanks, he said his goodbyes and departed. No expectations, no ulterior motive, just a man with memories I couldn’t fathom who wanted to do a good deed for a citizen of the country he credited for helping Sweden through a tough period. I accepted mainly because I sensed his offer was genuine and it would have been disrespectful to decline, but the encounter left me with thoughts whirring through my head. This gentleman was from another era, one of respect and mutual support which would be treated with suspicion today. It was a reminder that there are still people alive with memories of a very different time in Europe’s history. I was glad I met him.
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How fantastic an incident. I do not think one usually bumps across such individuals. He is straight out the pages of a book.
He really was - it was like "are you serious?" I didn't think those people still existed. Such a lovely guy...
Such serendipitous experiences make travel worthwhile.
Loves reading this post. Such serendipitous experiences make travel worthwhile.
What a beautiful and humbling experience it must have been for you, he sounds like a wonderful man. It's definitely the people in the places we visit that have a lasting effect on us isn't it? xx
What a great story! Although I wanted you to chase after him and get his back story! And now we'll never know. What a gentleman.
Such a great story. I think we often expect there to be ulterior motives behind all kind acts at first, and it makes me sad a little. What a beautiful reminder of the good there is in the world.
Aww that's so sweet! I love encounters like that - they give me faith in the human race! :)
That's a nice story there. I like the way you wrote it down, not blowing it up to anything bigger than it was, just a very short encounter that made you think and can make your readers think, too, despite it's brevity. Lovely read.
What a surreal encounter. Kudos for learning how to correctly pronounce köttbullar without giving up :D
Haha - it's an essential life skill! Just a shame I'm vegetarian now!!
It's amazing how chance encounters with strangers can etch such a lasting impression on us. Thanks for sharing your story!
What an extraordinary experience. Unexpected encounters such as this can have a really profound effect can't they. Very interesting, I'm glad you shared it here :)
Thanks! It was certainly eye-opening for me...