Watched Stockholm-Arlanda, which is a reality show about Sweden’s major airport about the people working there and folks who travel there/via/to Arlanda.
Yesterday we got the opportunity to meet the couple Svensson. They’d been together for 30 years but the last six months had been some sort of injection to their relationship (no idea what) that made them want to do what they’d always dreamed of. Getting married.
Hurrah! you think and clinch your fist in conduct to the fact that real, true love persevere even a long, dull relationship.
Then something weird unveiled before our bemused eyes. The Svensson’s wanted to get married at Arlanda Airport. Wedding chapel, hurrah! you yell in happiness. But no, the door was unlocked to what must have been the most concealed room at the entire airport.
A tragic table, some aged chairs, a lot of strange, dull posters displaying aircrafts of some kind on the wall and an old overhead machine poorly hidden in the corner filled the grey room with its sheer nothingness.
But the tragic almost culminated when we saw the newly weds sitting outside in the departure hall, toasting their marriage in cheap champagne, while empty, lit down Tax Free stores tried to hide in the background, and the man raises his glass and says, “Good luck”.
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