I lost my bike in Åmål in Sweden. Or it wasn’t really Sweden, or Åmål. It happened while I took a nap on my flixbus. I woke up with a stiff neck and sun piercing my eyes, and felt very sad. But that’s not important. My bike is in Åmål, at least that is where I last saw it, and that is important. Or not really in Åmål, but you get the point. I am very worried for it because there is a movie about Åmål called “fucking Åmål» which makes me suspect that there are a lot, or at least an adequate amount, of bad people in that area that might want to touch my bike. Without consent. If you see a purple bike which looks like it was made in the 80s with reflexes on the pedals please bring it to Austria because I have a date with a Habsburg-prince that lasts for a week.
Never fall asleep on Flexibus, especialy in the Åmål area, or even in any other area.
Åmål might very well be a hotspot for dream bicycletheft, it’s probably Lukas Moodysson’s fault.