Join the new world

And so it was with tired steps our "hero" borded the eScandlines ferry to take him across the Oresund to his new homeland. He had trouble getting the free cigarette from Grev Per in through the hockey mask and an even harder task proved to be getting it lit as the winds of the southernmost peak of Sweden blowed him on his way. He was finally leaving his homeland - a homeland which had not proved much for him. People had proved to have trouble understand his ideas from day one, which had created a huge frustration gap between himself and most of the Swedish population.

As time grew, he saught refuge in the Danish minority, which fought the Swedish idiocy with grace and humor - which suited our hero much better. He knew that one could beat people into submission. Anyone knows that. Playing the game smart did however seem impossible for the Swedes to get.

He didn't know what was waiting for him on the other side of the shore, but he knew he'd be better of there. Even though he had been able to get himself a rather decent job lately - dispite his regular depressions - he had lost his glow as a writer and political debater. He needed a new start.

Standing on the deck, shaking from the rush of nicotine (and God knows what else Grev Per puts in these things, he thought), he blew his cigarette briskly. He took a good last look at Sweden, then threw away his cigarette and replaced it with the regular raspberry ice-cream and positioned himself on an available space of deck, his back faced towards the Swedish mainland.

"I have one last gift", he murmured to himself. "Eat this".
With one rapid movement, he unbuckled his belt and drew down his pants, gently bowing himself down to let the Swedes have one last look of his ass. He stood so the last five minutes of the trip and despite the fact that his ass was numb from the cold January winds, he felt proud. Almost at home. New adventures awaited him, and he had nothing to loose.