I do have some tales to tell you from my journey in Sweden. To make you laugh a bit…see what happened to me after the concert in Malmo.
I arrived very late ‘cause all the trains from Stockholm to Malmo were already booked until 2 o’clock in the afternoon and also it takes almost 5 hours to cover the distance between the two cities.
I arrived when the Mustach supporting band was already playing, yet the Swedish crowd was still not so packed, so I am afraid I played a bit the "italian way" which I normally do not…
pretending to look for someone in the first rows
and I stopped when I found a good spot in the second row with a couple of girls in front of me not very tall, so that I could see well all the stage
Searching also a couple of Italians who was in Stockholm on the night before, we had met there and at the train station in the morning, exchanging our worries not to be able to arrive on time. Then they had had to take a longer path, going to Gothenburg first and from there to Malmo, because also the fastest train that I had booked was already full.
Finally, I met them at the end of the concert, when I was talking to ToRd (the merchandise guy of Europe The Crew) and buying the Wings Of Tomorrow T-shirt for my daughter. I left them outside, looking for a taxi, while I could walk to my hotel. Well, they told me the day after that immediately after I left, Joey and Staffan came out…
so I missed them for just a few seconds!
But my adventure had still to end that night. I reached my hotel, it was full of people coming from the concert, couples, groups of friends and so on. I stayed for a while at the bar, drinking a beer
, which I asked the barman (he was not a local guy, probably coming from Middle East) to charge my room for. I told him it was room 711 (day and month of my birth, btw!), even if next time I must remember to ask specifically for room 224…
I didn’t know anybody in particular there. Then I went to sleep. When you travel so far from home you live everything with a different sensation, I understand when Europe said that it was like being different persons, while at home and while travelling abroad. So I laughed at myself by secretly thinking “what if Joey (the
) would knock on my door?” – well, asking for an aspirin, of course…
At 2:30am the telephone in the room rang. I was asleep
so it took me a while to realize…I went answering the phone and a man asked me if I had ordered a beer, because he was about to bring it to me. I said no, I haven’t ordered one now, thanks. But he insisted that he wanted to come to bring me that beer. I started worrying…
I repeated that I didn’t ask for it. This man was not Swedish and spoke only tentative English. He told me he couldn’t understand me and that he was coming right away to my room.
I realized it could be the barman and maybe he was drunk…
I rushed to check whether the door of my room was locked. But then a second thought came…well, maybe the barman can make a second electronic key at the reception…he knows what my room number is… at that point I heard knocking on the door.
Once.
Twice.
I tell you I was totally SCARED!
I had an umbrella in one hand and the cellular phone in the other one!
Definitively that was not my understanding of the angels to knock on my door!!!
Luckily enough, the man went away.
So, I tell you, I will never dare anymore to take a beer alone at the bar after a rock concert…and I will never dare anymore to dream away on a night abroad…even if I’ll still keep carrying that aspirin for Joey with me, LOL!
Joking of course...
you never know that Joey might be reading here…
I had an umbrella in one hand and the cellular phone in the other one! 
you never know that Joey might be reading here… 
... !
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... (say you were in the second row, in front of the band?) 
next time please!!, ask the name to the mystery man je jee lol right? who know