a very small pile of
plastic garbage bags outside my window is all what is left of todays spectacle
the celebration of
the swedish national day, only a few meters from my doorstep
flee market and
singing pirats and hamburgers
i talked with a
couple of politicians
one seated himself
next to me
he asked me if i was
on holiday
i told him we are artists,
walking the pilgrim trail from west to east
meeting people on the road, making connections
meeting people on the road, making connections
he told me his feet
were already hurting after having walked from the parking area to here
maybe 300 meters
it would have been
interesting to go on a long walk with him
maybe even 600 metres
but he saw another
politician and ran off
so i crossed the
field to talk to the green guys
the green party here
is neither left nor right
i took their program
they talk about
kultur, klimat, miljö
we spoke the same
language
i accepted one of
their buttons that didn’t have a logo on it
only a green star
it goes well with the
pilgrim’s labyrinth pin and the artist’s wooden “Y”
then suddenly a roar
getting nearer and nearer
the green men ran
off, just like all the other men
the women were
somewhat slower
but in no time the
field was empty and the sidewalk crammed with people
the highlight of the
day had started: the biggest tractor parade in Scandinavia
I fell in love
not with the gorgeous
red Porsche Diesel Super or the cute little Case
not the Massey Harris
744D who’s engine was black and shining and humming like a gentle big beast
not one of the classy
dark green Bolinder Munktells
