In the end there is always a hot dog. No matter if you walk hours around next to those screamy children with their stressed parents, looking for the right bed/kitchen/chair, and finally make your way through the high hall of storage racks or if you drive 670 kilometres on the lonely, slowly and never-ending highway to spend some days in the rainy woods with wet shoes and a bag full of cameras, in the end of all those exhausting pleasures: there is always a hot dog. that is just the way they do it, in Sweden.

In the end there is always a hot dog.


No matter if you walk hours around next to those screamy children with their stressed parents, looking for the right bed/kitchen/chair, and finally make your way through the high hall of storage racks or if you drive 670 kilometres on the lonely, slowly and never-ending highway to spend some days in the rainy woods with wet shoes and a bag full of cameras, in the end of all those exhausting pleasures: there is always a hot dog.

that is just the way they do it, in Sweden.

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