I'm a Spanish guy who's mind some day went nuts, so I decided to move to Stockholm. This is not the North Pole, as every spaniard may think, but still it's the land where the summer is cold, and where people dance the dance of the frogs around a pole in midsummer (?¿?¿?¿?).
I brought my car, my computers, my bike, my clothes and my job through a road trip through Europe crossing Spain, France, Belgium (new year's eve at Liege), Germany, Denmark, and finally Sweden... and here I am!Still alive!
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