English: Minutes to nightfall and all setup with enough logs to survive a cold October night. I have just had an amazing fly-fishing-experience in Malingsbo, Dalarna, Sweden and here I am lying on my reindeer hide as my wet socks hanging on the wooden-stove reck, drying off todays escapades. The logs cracking as the daylight slowly gives us the last farewell. The kettle on the stove gives a whisteling, blowing out the steam telling me that the soup is all set. I reach out for a cold beer, left in the cool sea to chill, looking out my riverside-view and thinking: -Am I the luckiest man right know?