So I’ve never been keen on being seen. Well, not stared at anyway. I’m sort of used to it now. Not that I’m stareworthy. Nor do I have ”foreigner” plastered across my forehead. Or two heads for that matter.
No, it’s just the way of Swedes to stare. And to stare in a totally obvious, non-surreptitious way. It’s more a glarey, starey jaw-dropping gawp. The sort of way kids do, before they’re taught not to. As if you’re being scrutinised from top to toe, inside and out.
But who cares, right?