In my town Trosa we live since ancient times on tourism. In summer tripled our population and many tourists come to visit the city.
It feels like we hand over our city in tourists and summer visitors’ hands and say -Here you have our city, return it in the fall when you go back home.
I feel like a stranger in my own city in the summer. By autumn, when everything is back to normal it feels great to once again recognize the people I meet on the town.
To live on tourism, I have tried to capture in a drawing. Like the Norse gods, who slaughtered pig Särimner time and time again, we ”slaughter” tourism every year, and then we live on that ”food” rest of the year.
I min stad Trosa lever vi sedan urminnes tider på turismen. På sommaren tredubblas vår befolkning och många turister kommer på…
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