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So, I keep walking, and I hit up the beach at Ystad Saltsjöbad. The sand’s warm, and I’m ready to just chill. But then I see a kid building a sandcastle. And not just any sandcastle—this thing is a fortress! I’m talking towers, moats, the whole shebang. I’m impressed, but then the tide starts coming in. I’m like, “Oh no, kid! Your castle!” And he’s just standing there, frozen. I’m yelling, “Run!” But he’s too busy staring at his masterpiece. Classic.

A Strange, Existentially Chilling Pilgrimage to Kurt Wallander’s Hometown, Ystad