This has made it hard to move with dignity, to be frank, my prancing between puddles wouldn't have brought me a starring lead in "the dirty dozen"
And the end result was alway pure Bergman Angst as your feet always ended up wet.
Swallowing my pride I bought me a pair of rubber boots, (and a raincoat and rain pants)
It's hard to describe the hesitation I felt initially, the urge to prance almost took me over.
But a new feeling took over when my brain noticed that I still was dry, even after I'd enter a mighty puddle. First the feeling was relief...
To gradually turn into something different, the feeling of pure power..
And that's why you better stay clear of Gothenburg when it's raining..
















































