Some mornings after a review of the news, I become acquainted with a sense of confused powerlessness wishing for a place to scream…loudly and safely scream into the darkness of despair. Uppsala, Sweden may be that place.
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Oh yes! As a student I lived in Flogsta. The first time I heard the screaming, in the otherwise calm evening, I almost shat myself. 😀 It’s a lovely tradition, though a tad eerie when you aren’t prepared and don’t know WHY all of a sudden people are screaming at the top of their lungs. :p
I can image how terrifying the sounds of people screaming would be if there was no warning. Thank you for sharing a real life experience