Penguin paradoxes

Shortly before Västerås, I submit the corrected proofs to my forthcoming article in Journal of Political Science Education. Like the beaver who walked into an Örebro hotel lobby back in 2006, I must admit that it has been a rather rough night.

Seeing all the stressed up people on their way to work, I again feel so grateful for living up north where life is somehow sheltered. As the years pass by, the rest of Sweden is becoming increasingly foreign to me, almost to an extent that I would paradoxically feel more at home in Hong Kong or somewhere where I would be foreigner for real. Clearly, Italo Calvino was on to something.