Winter is coming, so grab a towel!

Day 1,355, 08:30 • Published in Sweden Sweden • by Grev Per

Danish barbarians entering the berserkergang while watching Eurovision.

When the last caress of summer gently rolls over the land, that shall mark his approach. When the last ray of sun kisses the coastlines of Sweden goodnight and retreats for the long night. That which once was, shall be again. When parents regale their children with impossible tales of long summers past, when parents whisper and frightenn their children with the horrors of past winters and Per Svenskerbane. Figure of memory, figure of history, mostly fictional or so most hope. Swedish children grow up with threats of him. The pious elderly cross their chests when his name is mentioned, was he real? Could he really rise from the dead?

Perhaps he is just rolling over in his sleep, perhaps Swedish society will yet again remain free of past barbarism and savagery. Free still of a time when societies were split, when the Swedes themselves were blood-ravaged savages pretending at dignity. Of a time when Swedish politics was so interesting the entire world watched, even if it was largely unaffected.

Perhaps today is the day summer ends, the long night begins, and Grev Per awakens. Or perhaps he is just making yet another roll in his long slumber.