Friday evening and night
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Eating outdoor is something magical for many Swedes, now adays. But it has not always been like that. August Strindberg, the famous 18-19th century Swedish writer, caught the time in the Hemsöborna with the line (told by the local islander, representing the Good Old Days) 'City folks, eating outside and sh*tting inside.'
Now, we're moving into Autumn and the summer will be sorely missed, mostly by us adults. For little Pete, the distinction is not so prominent. At least, I think so.
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