Ivan Solander: No one should have to stand up to their demons with a jumbopack Lambi in the hand

On Coopbutiken is the war. But there is no external enemy. No u-boats in the lingonberry jam. No Russian special forces planning an ambush at the fryspizzorna.

But on the other hand skyttegraven is vintertröttheten and lost loves. While wearing full combat gear stands the bad conscience of late dagishämtningar. Broken promises today undermine the frozen ground and the untidy apartment has a rifle in his hand. They mock us ruthlessly, we just want to pay.

and as much as we're resisting, we can not get away. The darkness of winter and vitaminbristen leads the enemy from the other side of the barbed wire, the end is near now.

indeed, It was not what we wanted. We just wanted to buy kidney beans or possibly potatisbullar.

A man in my age stands with a pack of toilet paper in one hand, with the other he fires a stroller in front of him. Behind him are yet a child. The little person trying to examine how much candy wrappers that will fit in a two-year-old. It seems to get place a considerable amount.

, no one should have to stand up against their inner demons with a jumbopack Lambi in the hand. I, myself, am armed with four tomatoes, two silverlökar, a pot of cilantro, a garlic and three limes.

Now we have a seat at the snabbkassorna, and so begins the finally. The man next to scans in their packaging, I counter with the clicking back and weigh the tomatoes. We stand there together in what feels like an eternity, shoulder-to-shoulder.

. A glimmer of light seeping in through the doors when my allies trundle towards the exit. I wish him all the best, he actually has two small children to take care of.

I stand still and poke frantically at the screen, everything except the small white tuber is in the bag now. I enter the V-I-T in the system, and the universe seems to stand still. The computer presents its single options:

white CABBAGE.

I'm lost.

Ivan Solander is an intern at DN and should, perhaps, consider buying the home delivery of groceries, even if he thinks it feels instinctively wrong.