I had to take a cab yesterday when leaving the printshop to go downtown.
The driver was a friendly fellow whose opening line was "Welcome," always a good start.
He seemed interested in the arts, asked me about the printshop and what kind of work they do.
And what did I do, he wondered.
Eager to tell my story I mentioned my "red project" and the exhibition at Rönnells, a place he seemed quite familiar with. "Pekka is a nice guy," he said, or something of the like.
My posters are about guilt and truth, I told him, in my mind bravely because of lack of obvious irony, and he went "Yeah, those are big deals," or something similar.
I peeked at his taxi driver ID and vaguely recognized his name: Bernt Hermele.
A former journalist turned taxi driver with his own blog (in Swedish only), Bernt Hermele made the TV-documentary "My Mother Was Murdered by a Suicide Bomber" in 2005.
Now there's a big deal.