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PeoplePeopleOn my way to the bus station, I come across a group of young people. They look to be around my age or perhaps a few years younger. Students, most likely. A mix of boys and girls. None of them look familiar.We cross ways and it sounds like they're speaking in another tongue. Swedish, but it's not for certain. It might just have been one of those moments where you listen with half an ear and all speech becomes incoherent.Soon, I encounter another similar group. It could be that they're all classmates on a field trip. What a weird destination to pick for a field trip.I finally reach the bus station. It's past midday and the sun is still aglow. After checking my phone, I realize my bus has already taken off to its next destination.I go inside the waiting room to look at the bus schedule. 562 - 14.25.The weather is nice. Though a tad too windy. I want to go outside and wait, but my legs won't move. I choose to do nothing.Several people pass by the windows. Mostly people