Once upon a time we came from Denmark to Sweden to settle down. It felt bad in the beginning and it just got worse [so much worse]. They were making fun of me and my Danish pronunciation. so I started stuttering. I tripped over my tongue. and I dreamed about Denmark. [he dreamed about Denmark]. yeah I dreamed about Denmark. the beautiful streets of Copenhagen and. the home of H.C. Andersen. A loving and warm hearted theory but with a terrifying practice. I caught the devil in disguise I could feel the indifference rise. I cursed my Swedish class mates I put a spell on my Swedish teacher. She blindfolded her eyes and ears too when they were mocking me. I dreamed about Denmark. [he dreamed about Denmark].... We got a new strict teacher after the summer of ’84. and all the bullies sat properly and quiet. when the teacher came through the door. suddenly I heard myself making this loud and annoying noise. and the teacher said “Are you retarded boy?”. I said “No but maybe you are”. and I started dreaming about.... [he dreamed about Denmark].... But I became the untouchable hero. and the mocking was history. I got a girlfriend named Jennie. and now the crowd were following me. I almost stopped stuttering. and the Danish dreams were gone. Everything went from black and white to colour. but I kept dreaming on... about Sweden. [he dreamed about Denmark]. No I dreamed about Sweden. the beautiful streets of Stockholm. and the home of Astrid Lindgren