Today I went to visit my parents and my brother’s family in Copenhagen.
What until three months ago was an easy hop and skip with the train from Malmö today has been an adventure involving my birh certificate, a copy of my dad’s id, my own passport and an extra change of transport. The latter since I had failed to book a free seat reservation from the airport/border control onwards.
To complicate matters I bring a bike with me back into Sweden, for which I also should have booked a ticket in advance – from a telephone number that is closed outside of business hours.
