As always, getting up was very comfortable. We had rejected our original plan for a bus ride to Haparanda/Tornio (Swedish/Finnish border) because Neele was a more than 2.5 hour drive a little too long and I also had enough ideas what to do in the city centre.

After getting up and having breakfast Neele took a shower. The disabled toilet had a perfectly acceptable shower, where it could work well. However, in the meantime we had noticed that this room was also used by others, the toilet had been clogged. But this problem had been solved almost overnight.

Sometime in the late morning we went again to the tourist information in Kulturens Hus, where Neele bought overpriced cards and stamps for the last time. I asked for 1 exact location, because the city map indicated the local highlights, but did not show them.

In the meantime we knew the building very well, but were interested in what the library looked like from the inside… 3 floors, enormously filled with knowledge and entertainment (national and international)! We also visited the Kunsthal, which currently shows paintings that were too modern and avant-garde for us: „Posture is not possible at all“. We didn’t look at the theatre, events there would only have been in Swedish, which I might have understood, but Neele would not have understood at all.

Then we went to the city centre for „shopping“. No, it’s not what you all know about shopping. Shopping“ is outwardly a rather inconspicuous large building, which has it in itself! The building was built in 1956 as the first indoor shopping center worldwide. The idea came up because the population wanted to shop without freezing even in the icy winter (we were lucky to experience only temperatures between +1 and -9). The designation of the floors as decks in the entrance area is, by the way, an architectural programme. The entire interior and the basic structure is designed as a ship. So we could also have our lunch on the „lower dining deck“. A little higher up on a gallery (wooden panelling as everywhere else) stood the steering wheel. A small detail on the side: The building was barrier-free from the very beginning, all floors could be reached via stairs or ramps, only later was a wheelchair-accessible lift installed and another one is currently being installed, which is funny enough described as an „emergency device“.

Strengthened we now went through the pedestrian zone to the „Norrbottens Museum“, past enormous snow mountains and repeatedly very well paved snow paths. Arriving at the museum, we were very surprised, because it is a „Museum for älla“, which ultimately means free admission.

We started the tour with mixed feelings afterwards. On the one hand we had imagined something different under the cultural-historical museum, on the other hand it was very regrettable for Neele that all texts for the exhibition parts and exhibits were presented exclusively in Swedish (quite contrary to Gammelstad, where everything was translated into very good German). Thus, she was only able to follow the exhibition on the subject of „Young Refugees from World War II to the present day“ to a limited extent, which, with video installations of the municipal grammar school, exhibits from the Mediterranean, information boards, handwritten recordings from 1942-45, did not remain uninteresting in themselves, but simply incomprehensible to normal tourists. We had to fly through the small additional art exhibition because it was about to close, but its statement remained a mystery to me as well. At my request we then went to the town church, which we could only visit externally, it already closed at 4 pm.

On the way back to the hostel we bought a little more, Neele tried to get some last postcards (they only seem to be available in places of interest and in the tourist information), which we couldn’t do… Frustrated we plundered another candy store and flattened we went back to the hostel, where we fell into the respective bed quite soon one after the other.

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