People might tell you not to go to Borlänge. Therefore, go to Borlänge.
My friend and I were not supposed to go to Algeciras, Spain, that summer of 69. (Only joking, I was born 77.) But we caught the wrong bus.
In industrial Algeciras my friend picked up this guy. Then he became my boyfriend.
I still love Spain, and the fast and careless way of speaking in Andalusia.
Go to Borlänge, for love.
The name of the place: Café Peace & Love.
Organic food, purple seating, candle light bathroom, sometimes a peace-full performance.
If you’re more of a capitalist that loves meatballs, go to IKEA.
Borlänge has it all, including the title as the most dangerous municipality in Dalarna.