What I Learned From a Bad Polish Singer

In that brief summer respite from onerous corona-restrictions, I was over in Copenhagen socialising with two friends who were visiting our shores. Finally, we were allowed to travel somewhat freely and this not-so-friendly neighbouring country would again let us poor (southern) Swedes into their grand country.

It was warm, or at least by the standards of Scandinavian summers. The square besides the restaurant where we recouped ourselves was buzzing with people, heading hither and thither, as is customary for any decent-sized city as soon as the sun pops out.