Now I'll tell you the story of my recent adventures.
There comes a time in every young man's life when he has to say, "Fuck everything, I'll sell the ranch and move to Falun". For me, that time came, so that's what I did.
Falun has little or nothing to do with the Falun Gong movement, so don't you go sending your Chinese Communist terrorist assassins after me, mister! It is instead a smallish town in the middle of Sweden, which is another way of saying the middle of nowhere. Using the Internet, it's now fully possible to learn stuff about Falun! For example:
Falun is a city [shut up! it's a town!] in central Sweden and the seat of Falun Municipality. It is located in the province of Dalarna, at 60°36′ N 15°37′ E and has about 35,000 inhabitants. Together with the surrounding area, Falun Municipality has 55,000 inhabitants. The city of Falun received its privileges in 1641.
1641! That's ages ago. I'll bet even your grandparents weren't born back then. But it gets worse:
The town of Falun is known to have existed in the 14th century as a market place for the surrounding lands. Mining for copper had been a local business since the mid-1200's and the organisation for the extracting of copper and gold from the Great Copper Mountain (Stora Kopparberg) is believed to be the oldest still existing enterprise in the world, proved active since 1347.
Copper? That's way better than gold!
Falun has also applied for the Olympic Winter Games but hasn't received them yet.
And, if I have anything to say about it, never will.
And that's my story.