Sweden is a very modern country sometimes

And sometimes not.

We still use these to stamp tickets with time and date.

In Germany (and Finland I hear) they’re considered collectors items.

Berlin pictures and all – Just a Friday

I spent half a day at the Jewish museum. The entrance looks like the security check at an airport (unfortunately you aren’t allowed to take pictures in that area), and after having had all your things scanned and passed the metal detector you have to check in your jacket.
According to Judith this is perfectly normal since this place is related to Jews. For a Swedish person it’s strange and a bit distressing.

The architecture of the museum was just as interesting as (and a part of) the exhibit.

The yellow stars the Jewish population had to wear during the Nazi ruling.

“Feminist prayer bookIn this prayer book God is not addressed as a male but as the ‘source of life’.”

Fore some reason the "Not Kosher" section interested me more than the "Kosher" section that mainly contained farm animals.

I never thought hyenas where that big. They’re huge!

Bugs aren’t Kosher so you should make sure not to eat any. A light board helps you check everything thoroughly (personally I just rinse my lettuce).Might be a good thing for vegetarians too I guess.

Gummi bears is something I strongly connect to Germany (I blame Hedwig and the angry inch) so I just had to buy some from this really cool vending machine. This is not for vegetarians though. They use fish gelatine.

I remember that they also had an Einstein action figure.

Stairs.
In Berlin there are stairs everywhere, but not that many escalators and elevators. I would be much more fit if things where the same in Stockholm…

There was October fest theme at the Ackerkeller and one of Judith’s friends had dug up a Dirndl (traditional Bavarian costume) for her.

I think most people have heard of Lederhosen (traditional Bavarian costume for men).

Blonds DO have more fun!

The party girls behind the bar!

Me and Judith somewhere between The Ackerkeller and SchwuZ.

At the end of the evening (or at about the time I usually get up in the morning) things got a bit blurry and cameras a bit unsteady.

So what conclusions about Denmark and Sweden did Ida and I come to that night? Well, we decided that Sweden is somewhere in the middle, that Swedes in general doesn’t understand Danish, that Danes in general understand Swedish and that the Danish “Ris a la Mande” is much better then the Swedish “Ris ala Malta”.