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In my shirt, neckerchief and jacket I looked either like a dubious spy or a bank clerk on a picnic. I really wanted to take off the jacket, but my shirt was stained… I got more whiskey… and spent another half hour listening to the concert without leaving the bar. The Swedes played a couple of excellent things and five very decent dance compositions. The crowd was dancing. But the impressions I got from that song I enjoyed so much only intensified my exhaustion. The alcohol kicked it and made me feel… like getting something to eat. There, on that small island, in the pub, they served such wonderful fish soup with smoked salmon and potatoes...! “I am hungry!” Declared my brain. “I’ll eat something and go home.” I answered and went downstairs to look for Max. Walking down those steps, I r
