A Conversation

This conversation took place between K and the sweet old lady who lives on the first floor of our apartment building.  K was climbing the stairs in full winter gear carrying a twig with green leaves he found on the walk home, which he intended to put with his pine cones; and this lady had just opened the door to her apartment.

Sweet Swedish Lady:  “Swedish Swedish Swedish.”

K: “Its green leaves for my pine cones.”

SSL: “Swedish Swedish Swedish.”

K: “I can’t say it in Swedish.”

SSL: “Swedish Swedish Swedish.”

K: “I can’t say in Swedish, I don’t speak Swedish.”

SSL: “Swedish Swedish Swedish.”

K: “I can’t come into your home.”

SSL: “Swedish Swedish Swedish.”

K: “No, I live up there.  I can’t go into your home.”

SSL: “Swedish Swedish Swedish Skolan Swedish.”

K: “For pine cones.”

SSL: “Swedish Swedish Swedish.”

K: “No I can’t.

SSL: “Hej Hej.”

K: “Hej Doh.” The door closes and the conversation ends.

K to me: “That is a really nice lady, very friendly.”

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