A Swedish paper flag in my bathroom, leftover herring, and a beautiful flower wreath gracing the dresser – it’s the night following an evening in June. It’s that evening in June, Midsummer, when we celebrate the shortest night. Because I know trying to be all German and pretending to not bother about Midsummer makes me depressed, I went all in, installed Little Sweden in the garden behind my house and invited the usual crowd. We’ve celebrated Melodifestivalen, of course we’d do Midsummer. Next up is Crown Princess Victoria’s 40th birthday.