My Swedish Forest

Alex Polise
Nov 6 · 14 min read

I took a shuttle bus to Dhamma Sobhana, the Nordic Vipassana meditation centre. I was twenty minutes late for the shuttle and the last one on and was surprised to find a cabin full of twenty and thirty-something Nordic men and women on board. I sat next to a boy with hair so deeply red, I was sure when I met him that he had dyed it. After the retreat was over, though, we spoke and his nature made me think that I had been mistaken.

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Alex Polise

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Writer, t-shirt designer, software engineer. Child. Canoe. https://www.somewhimsy.co.uk

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