Sweden, like most European nations, has been around a long time. I breakfasted this morning in a handsomely vaulted room built in 1307, by the Skandic knight Jens Uffesen Neb. It is now called the Beatles Lounge, because, at my very table, George Harrison and Paul McCartney had once lunched, in 1967. You can’t get much more historic than that, can you? In the photo, George is having a quiet smoke, while Paul looks unusually animated, having perhaps spotted Britt Ekland across the room.
As Miss Ekland testifies, the Swedes are an attractive people. One of their least attractive qualities, alas, is a certain moral narcissism. They promote themselves as “the humanitarian superpower”, and appear to have fallen badly for their own publicity. The other day The Independent carried the inspiring tale of a Danish yachtswoman who had courageously rescued a “refugee” from the hell of Copenhagen and singlehandedly sailed him across the water to Sweden – and freedom:
Annika Holm Nielsen, a 24-year-old Danish youth politician, sailed her yacht across the five-mile strait from Copenhagen to the Swedish city of Malmo, with a refugee on board, in a trip some have compared to the rescue of Copenhagen’s Jews during the Nazi occupation.
She met the man, whom she called Abdul, shortly after he arrived at Copenhagen’s Central Station from Germany, and took him to the marina where a friend moored their boat. “I was standing next to a person who was completely exhausted and in such great need,” she told The Independent. “We took this decision because we thought it was the safest thing to do, it wasn’t something symbolic.” She added: “He told us he had been on far worse boat trips.”