About 30 minutes drive from grandmother and John’s summer house my mother and Ulf have their summer house. We went from Eh to Fallet.
When we arrived my mother, Ulf and Robert (my brother) was there to greet us.
In the afternoon we did not do so much. Just talking. Stayed outside in the garden. Though the weather was not so good. Watch Robert use the summer house as his weight training place.
We also had time to take a walk. Stopping at the lake. Watching some lambs again. And Ulf had time to talk with some of the locals.
In the evening we went to Moheds camping to stay for the night. Mother had rented a cabin for me and Chie and one for Robert. The cabins were not so nice but OK to just spend the night in. And the showers, which was the main reason we went to the camping (the summer house’s well had been flooded in the summer rains so the water was bad) was… Terrible.
We had a bunch of Ukrainian people in the cabins around us. But entering the showers and bathrooms it felt not like the Ukrainians had come to Sweden but that we had gone to Ukraine.
The Ukrainians were true to our image of them… Drinking heavily. I guess picking blueberries and/or kantareller (kind of yellow mushroom) is not fun enough without the alcohol in the evening. It was not so bad though, and I kind of feel sorry for them.
Obviously the life in Ukraine is worse than getting into a old car driving half (at least a quarter) across the world to a foreign country. To slave all day and pick blueberries that will give you a mere 20 SEK a liter in the beginning of the season and only around 8 SEK later on.
Robert felt the Ukrainian was quite scary so he took his skateboard and left in the middle of the night. Riding around in the middle of Hälsingland (= nowhere) until he found his way back to mother’s summer house. While Chie and I slept soundly in our beds next door to drunk Ukrainians.
