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Laurent

I would expect it to also include to start to actually love the Swedish cuisine, but perhaps that's a next stage.

Tatyana

...and yet next one - resulting in total deterioration of psyche - understanding and forgiving TSA agents' groping?

Giric

Never trust an airport which sells gas masks next to its neck pillows. VOG, rotten egg smell without the messy egg.
Some enterprising person will soon, no doubt, come up with a campaign to sell it by the bottle extolling its health properties and its rejuvenating powers. Until then the poor sufferer in the airport will be stuck with nothing better to do than make lists and buy endless gifts of key-chains for unsuspecting relatives back home... My collection consists of thirty odd, just such cherished items, carefully selected by my mother in-law during her globe trotting days. I believe her definition of, "Stockholm Syndrome" was travel like mad, buy oneself numerous luxury items, stop in the exclusive, "Kitch" shop in the airport, while leaving, thoughtlessly snatching at key-chains as last minute gifts for family back home...
Sorry was I venting like the Volcano?!!!!

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