Maybe Life Wants Me To Be A Super Hero?

There is something you need to know about me. Something I’ve realized two-three years ago. It has come to my attention that what life really wants of me, is that I should be a super hero. I should save innocents from danger. I should catch bad guys and fight crime! I should be prepared for anything.

Or, it might just be that weird stuff has a tendency to happen to me. Like a lot of it. I’m not sure if I ever told you about some of the stuff that happened while I lived in Stockholm, a year ago. But just to keep things short, here’s some of the things that happened to me this week in Malmö:

  • I get on the train from Lund (a city near Malmö), going home after holding a lecture at Sony Ludum Dare on Saturday. I look at my phone and realize I have just about 6% of the battery left. I’m thinking “hey what are the chances I should end up needing to call an emergency call tonight?” so I surf away on my phone, on the train. When I get off the train I have 1% of the battery left, and start walking home. After 50 meters or so, I reach a small group of people on the bicycle lane outside the central station. There are two guys laying on the ground. I immediately draw the conclusion the guys on the ground are probably drunk since it’s Saturday and past midnight. When I get closer I can see that one of the guys are bleeding from his face. His forehead is covered with blood and he is rolling his eyes. A knife is lying on the ground. There’s a man trying to keep the bleeding guy awake by talking to him all the time. I ask a woman if they’ve called an ambulance, and she nods. I can’t call the ambulance nor can I call my family where I got three doctors, one of them an actual ER doctor. I can’t cuz I used my last batteries surfing Facebook…(insert facepalm here). So we wait a few minutes and then a police car approaches. I step out on the road and wave to the car. When the police arrives the two guys decide to start moving and try to escape the scene, but the police runs to them and start talking to them. I decide to go home, and as I walk home another 4 police cars arrive to the scene. The day afterwards I read the two guys were attacked buy a gang of three and beaten up.
  • Tuesday afternoon, I’m sitting home, working on some research, and suddenly I hear a guy screaming. I look outside the window and I see three policemen and one civil guard wrestling a shirtless guy to the ground. It takes me a few minutes to realize the guy on the ground is actually shirtless. He has so much chest hair it looks like he is wearing some kind of black shirt at first. He is angry and screams that he will “call somebody” if they don’t let go of him. The police replies “yeah, you do that”. And so they push him into a police van and I go back to work.
  • Later that day I’m on the phone with my dad. As we talk I look out the same window as earlier, and I see this super shady guy walking around the parked bikes on the street. He is wearing a dirty jogging outfit and his hair is black and greasy. He has a bolt cutter in his hands, approaching the parked motor bike and then trying to cut of the lock. When this doesn’t work he continues to the Vespa next to the motor bike. I decide it’s time to frighten the dude a bit, so I loudly open my window. The guy leaves in a hurry.

So that’s some of the stuff happening at the moment. I should probably tell you about when Swedish SWAT raided the apartment next to ours (when I lived in Stockholm), when a drunk guy turned of all the electricity in our building and threatened to beat me up when I called the police, or maybe I should tell you about the dude screaming in the middle of the night about guys with guns coming to get him? I’ll save some stories for next time! Happy Valborg if you celebrate it today!

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