It rained and rained in the morning, and that was a pretext not to leave. But when the sun began to shine, I suddenly heard the Call of the Road, despite my wish to stay in Stockholm forever.
I took a sort of shortcut (?) West through some semi-islands, nice bridges. Near there lives the Royal Family of Sweden. In Fittjo, about 25 km southwest of Stockholm, there are many people from other countries (80% of the population). There is a mosque, I'm told, from which the Friday call to prayer can be heard, unlike many others mosques which remain silent. It was built by the Turkish community.
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