Gymnasium graduation season is upon us. Truck bed parties (studentflak) which involve lots of beer and screaming and squealing passed by the Active Solution office yesterday, and the Sortera office today.

There must be some school very close to us – we went out to eat our lunch on the quay, and there were clumps of students with their families everywhere. And traces of inebriated celebration.

I was afraid I’d have to carry my bicycle across this field of broken bottles in the evening, but by then, someone had cleared away all traces of the party.