Midsummer!

Let's get fucked!

Today Sweden is celebrating Midsummer's eve. It's all about two things, alcohol and sex. That is pretty much the whole deal. Even if no one wants to admit it.

Most people in Sweden would say that it's a old tradition that is (now) about sitting down with family and friend and having a nice dinner. The thing they don't mention is that everybody that can will get drunk. And not just drunk but Swedish do-or-die drunk.

I would dare say that the majority of swedes have two goals on midsummer. One: Get drunk. Two: Fuck. I base these facts on how it was growing up in Sweden and on my own thoughts. As a child you are unaware of these things. But very early you realize that something is different about this party, about this night. Mom and dad don't normally act like that even if there is a party. For example, the only time I have seen my father pasted out was one a midsummer's eve. And my dad is not even big on getting drunk.

The sex part take a bit longer to understand. It's first in your teens as you notice it. You see that a lot more people are flirting. Drunk as they are they start to sit closer and closer around the table. And before you know it the two people who were just sitting there are now gone. Off to a empty room somewhere3 or a patch in the forest where no one can see. But the real dream is the late night skinny dip in the lake. The idea of finding someone and going to the lake. Fucking in the wild and beautiful Swedish nature.

The reason for this kind of behavior is in the back bone of a Swed. The long and hard winter makes Sweden a country full of summer and sun worshipers. The summer is short so you have to "passa på". "Passa på" being a kind of carpi diem thing. Midsummer's eve is the start of the short summer. The time of year that all Swedes live for.

But it's of course different here in Berlin. Especially this weekend. Because this weekend is Fusion. Which means that everybody who likes to party are at the festival. Leaving Berlin much much calmer. So how do I celebrate this joyful pagan holiday in a empty Berlin?

Simple! I round up as many swedes as I can, get a couple of bottles of Swedish schnapps and it's on. The night will not be over until someone pukes and someone gets to fuck.

Happy Midsummer!

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