I was born and bread in Bavaria (Germany). As a little boy I use to think of Sweden as this fascinating Viking land, far up north. I didn’t really know anything beyond what I saw depicted in those Astrid Lindgren series such as Pippi Longstocking. Some of my best childhood memories were with my grandparents (Oma & Opa), eating breakfast and watching cartoons together. My grandpa often expressed his deep love for Sweden and the fact that if he could live in any other country beside Germany, it would have been Sweden. That has always stayed with me, but I never thought I would move and live here, in best case scenario visiting Sweden seemed more realistic.
Living like a nomad
After living in England , making a move back to Germany, packing our belogings only to move away to Egypt for the second time in my life. Only to, ones again return back to Germany few months later. We were nomads to say the least, searching for sanctuary, a place where we could call home and settle down for ones. I realize now, whatever I was searching for, I had yet to find in any of those places. Don’t get me wrong, every where we moved to had many great benefits but it always seemed to be outwaited by whatever it lacked.
We moved to Sweden on the coldest And darkest month of the year. Life was nothing but easy, it’s hard not to be enthusiastic when you have children who are happy and content with whatever situation they might be in. With that, our journey to settle down in Sweden began.
To be continued…