This last week crazy things have happened, both good and bad ones – my work at the coffeeshop in old town, Stockholm, really teach me a lot about people, human behavior and all kind of crazy manners. Just before leaving the shop on sunday, when I wasn’t suppose to work but just to come by and help my college to buy some extra milk – and ended up shotting espresso to confused turists, there was a atmosphere of confusion that started with my college telling me that she had just been robbed, or something (a guy had tried to pay with a false 1000kr-bill and wanted to negotiate on the sandwiches for 10kr each) and when he left 500sek was missing – I didnt’t have time to let her explain me the whole story and she was also too confused to tell it correctly, so I told her to sit down in the storage and write it down while I was taking care of the shop – so that feeling transmitted to everyone around me, or people where just crazy from the first real sumemrdays because nobody was able to make a simple order and I don’t think it helped that they heard me, one moment speaking in english, the other in swedish and the third addressing someone in spanish! “Dónde está mi cortado?” Ya viene, señor! I minute later: Un cortado! …. “Señor! Su cortado viene aquí!” “Seeeeeñoor…! Nadie quiere un cortado??!” Another man, from another company, aslo speaks spanish and helps me to call on the attention of the confused Spaniard. When this helpful man comes to the cashier I hear his accent and I ask “Son de Argentina?” “Síi, sí, somos! De donde sos?” “No, soy de aquí pero he vivido en Uruguay” – “Ah, Uruguaya” says his wife “te escuché hablar y pensaba que esa chica tiene pinta de Uruguaya!” and it wnet on something like that – the confused Spaniard later standing in line for the toilet and asked me if I spoke a bit spanish – when I told him that I speak A LOT spanish he wanted to know if I had been to spain, and yes I said, but I learned spanish in Uruguay – he barely knew where is was and then after a while “aaah, right, yes they speak spanish there also – but NOT castellano!” and I had to interrupt him since I had a chaos behind the counter and I was not at all interested to speak to someone that ignorant ;) but he was a sweet old, proud man…
ANYHOW – when I finally could tear myself away from the shop I just took one step out of the door – and then went back in to buy to ice-lattes for these too talented guys:
Jam session at Vlångg/Tyska Brinken, Stockholm from Kiki Beije on Vimeo.
These guys always came into our shop last summer ’11 and saved us with their coins while they also bought a coffee – we always turned off the music in the shop when we heard them on the corner of Västerlånggatan and Tyska Brinken – so when I saw that they where back this summer I was so happy!
In the video, at 2.41, you’ll also see my local, friend and college Siri just turning into the street – for you that don’t know swedish this is how the conversation goes:
“Look, it’s the street musicians, remember them from last summer?!”
“Ah, yeah, it seems like they’re always here….. there are so many men that play in the street… I would like to see more women playing”
“Start playing yourself then!”
“Yeah, I’ve actually thought about it, together with my boyfriend..”
“Just do it! If you wanna see a change you have to be the change!”
“If one would have a day off work, ahha! Well, see ya!”
“yeah, have a good one!”
So, to see Karl Bernhard Josephson and Manne Norrhäll play just stroll down Västerlånggatan, or preferebly Tyska Brinken (less tourists) and stop by this corner, if you have the right timing they’re there jamming for the people – and if you’ll have even better timing you might at the same time step by the coffeeshop and find me there ;)
Before heading home I told my college that I had just realised that Old town is so crazy in the summers since there are so many different and strange people in a tiny place, and then they come rumbling into our even tinier shop! (just like NYC – not tiny though, but with a big mix of people)