I went over to a friend’s house earlier this evening. A group of people had gathered to, again, celebrate Advent – Swedish style.
I love these small parties. The hosts had prepared gingerbread cookies, saffron buns, and Swedish quiche, which is basically the same as regular quiche, only you have to mutter “hurdy hurgy gurdy” while you eat it. Better yet, we each had a 1.5L bottle of glögg to finish before the end of the evening.
And finally, the pièce de résistance, we each got to build our own gingerbread house using what I can only assume were pre-fabricated IKEA gingerbread boards and decorate it with little gingerbread people and imagine that they were all living perfectly happy gingerbread lives in socialist gingerbread heaven.
This all would have gone into the books as just another evening with too much alcohol and not enough canoodling (ask Niklas what this means), but just before the gingerbread build-off I was in an inappropriately deep conversation with another friend of mine who’s currently working for a German NGO which aims to open up Chinese minds to the realities of human rights and civil liberties.



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