Oskarshamn has the quiet feel of a place that is slowly fading. Quite a few stores are empty. Passenger trains no longer run here and the station is a place reminisce about years long gone.
The rain just adds to the mood. I suppose it is now mainly a place where you get the ferry to Gotland and that ferry only goes once a day, at least during the week. Maybe it is more frequent during the high season that begins in two weeks.
Across the road from me a workman (who looks like Asterix in hi vis work clothes) has downed a beer, left the can on a wall and walked off rolling a cigarette. It is 10:30 in the morning
Across the road from me a workman (who looks like Asterix in hi vis work clothes) has downed a beer, left the can on a wall and walked off rolling a cigarette. It is 10:30 in the morning
