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When evening came, a huge crowd gathered in the park close to the Community centre. In a corner of the Municipal Sandbox stood Rune Bengthelin with a firm grip of his homemade fireworks.

This was the highlight of his life. Now he would show them what he was worth. He said:
“I will start with a firework that consists not of eight – nay – NINE rockets. They will fill the sky with a cracking and banging and will form the image of a big fountain of light!” (mer …)

And not only speeches. People were marching around the town square, and a band played music from a podium behind the Cooperation Grocer’s store. And someone waved a pennant and shouted “Hooray!”

Yes, there were speeches. In Sweden we love speeches. Not only political speeches. Politicians say they want to ”express their views” and then they do. Noone is capable of stopping them once they have started. It is a good thing we do not have death penalties in Sweden. Otherwise you Läs mer

At last – there came the big day. People gathered in thousands to the small village on the plains between Stockholm and Uppsala. By the railroad tracks. They came from near and far. Not from the TV-show with a similar name, but from the geographical concept. Near and Far were Läs mer

But the stubborn young man started his project – manufacturing fireworks. He bought a book on fireworks, and he read it thoroughly. And the people in the village knew that this was indeed a remarkably talented young man, and they all looked forward to the upcoming National Day celebrations. Fireworks Läs mer