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  • We were out for a long walk, me and Coco. We live near the highest mountain in the Stockholm area, which is an old city landfill, that's grown out of proportion. Now it's some kind of badlands with three mighty peaks.

    I like to take the dog hiking there. I figured that even if dusk was setting in, the snow that fell today would light our way, and reveal the paths. So we started walking uphill, through the gravel and mud.

    She heard them before I did. She started focusing on an area close to the water tower, and she was getting really nervous. I thought of deer or other animals, that are common on those hillsides. But then I heard something that sounded like voices through the music in my headphones. I keep it at a low volume, to hear such things, and now I took the headphones out.

    I heard two men talking to each other. This was strange, because this is not a common hangout for people, and this Good Friday, we hadn't met a single soul for half an hour on our way here, on roads that are normally full of dog owners, stroller-walkers and bicyclists. We met no one, until now, in this muddy wasteland, half way up the mountainside.

    The dog and I just kept still and listened. They didn't notice us. After a little while I saw them. Two men, talking, walking around, just by the water tower. I felt anxious and curious. Why were they there? Then they grabbed each others shoulders, and started singing. First I was relieved, I had them figured out. They were drunk, either lost or carrying out some stupid plan. Then I realized the singing wasn't drunken. It sounded nice, and kind of oriental or native american.

    I don't know, but given the full moon, Easter and the chanting, I'd say we witnessed some kind of ritual. I didn't move or take the camera out until they left, but this is where we saw them tonight.
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