You looking at me?

awesomeSo 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?