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Today we went to the Stockholm Aquarium. I just wanted to get into a tropical environment and be surrounded by fish. And it was a magical escape from the grey days. Three manta rays, 2 male and 1 female whizzed around the large tank, their faces pressed against the glass like cartoon moons. Along with an assortment of pink and purple and blue and yellow... and grey sea creatures - large and small. While we were standing there, one enthusiastic young keeper started giving a talk, as it was feeding time, and asked if anyone spoke english. I put up my hand and she asked if I wanted the talk in english, instead of swedish. Well there were about 100 swedes, adults and children present whom I'm sure wouldn't be amused. But how polite she was. She gave her talk in swedish, while Hiie translated in my ear, sotte voce. She eventually got into the tank, in her waterproof dungerees to feed the water creatures, stroking the wings of the mantas, as she dished out the crushed shrimp. The tank was in a whirlpool of excitement. It was too much for one little boy who got quite angry and pushed over his tiny 2 year old sister and then the screams started. The mothers of the world. How incredible you are. On the way out we stopped at the fluorescent sea anemones. Refugees from the tropics, just like me. Now living in their tiny tropical paradise in freezing Stockholm. There's always hope they said to me.
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