Other things are progressing more slowly. Such it turned out that some centuries ago there was a summer student here with first name Sabine who is blocking my email address, and it's apparently impossible to get a phone contract in Sweden if you're not a native Swede in 3rd generation or a member of the royal family. Okay, I'm somewhat exaggerating, but frankly what business is it of the phone company if I paid taxes in Sweden last year.
Nordita is presently running a program on the Quantum Hall effect, from which I unfortunately didn't catch much because I spent the last days running through Stockholm filling out forms. I already have a bad consciousness about it. Amazing how fast things catch up with you. I miraculously managed to open a bank account even though I had been told it wouldn't work. The bank employer btw asked indeed if I have relatives in the royal family. So just to clarify the matter, I don't have relatives in any royal family, at least not back to the 16th century.
Other lessons learned this week
- An apartment without phone is very empty.
- You're not a person without a person number.
- Unless you're Swedish, "sju" (seven) isn't pronounced remotely as you think.
- Stockholm bikers get very upset if you run on the bikelane.
- Swedish tastebuds are evidently immune to salt, cinnamon and cardamom.
- Salty licorice is a prescription-free nauseant.
- The Swedish word for finished/out of stock is slut.