Malmö-Munich by car in 13 hrs

It took us 13 hours to drive from mums house in Malmö to our hotel in the middle of München. After a nice supper "kartoffelsuppe mit wurst" in central Munich the girls have now fallen asleep. Considering that two minors were in the car strapped and unable to move for most of that period, it should be some kind of record. But it was worth it, well stay two nights here and then smoothly take care of the rest of the trip to Italy. In around 5 hours, at most. Lilys mood was amazingly good almost all of the time. Alice was more uneasy. It was the first time I drove across the Öresund bridge, with its Swedish side founded about 1 km from were I grew up in Limhamn. I was impressed by the experience. During the drive through Denmark i listened to Danish radio. I was struck by the obsession danes have with ethnic minorities, and particularly moslems. Even the public service radio express a primitive and false views, for instance by referring to the use of headscarves (törklaer) as a religious, moslem tradition (in fact it is a cultural tradition, regardless of religion). The slip of thought of course rendered the news reporting with another innuendo of presumed fanaticism of islam. The public service radio also repeatedly referred to immigrant areas as ghettos. Ghetto is hardly a good word for areas that are homes, places of upbringing and cherished childhood memories for many. I think the main problem is that danes have such firmly rooted views of themselves as profoundly "decent" (almindelige hygglige dansker), and that they honestly want to save the rest of the world from its rampant "undanishness". Listening to Danish public service radio makes me respect the Germans even more, who really must be the world record holder of dealing with its past sins. The first night of blogging in München was interrupted by an Austrian youth in the hotel bar, who after several drinks wanted to exercise his English with me. He very soon asked me if I had visited Dachau (concentration camp outside München), and then went on to talk about a more gruesome equivalent "Mathausen" (?) in his native Austria. Interesting. Even in a youth getting seriously potted in a bar quickly ends up talking about his cultures dark past.

Anyway, time to log out from the country of 100 sausages.