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Rolf Nylinder spends his life outdoors. With a rod in hand, or a camera. And when he’s indoors, it’s a guitar. And really, this guy has gold in his hands. At his time when everyone’s coming back to the urban life, telling stories about the trips, counting the days, the weeks, the months… he offers us a fantastic visual kick, and for the time of a ballad he reminds us what’s left to be seen.

I just stood in awe in front of my screen. The title says “Stockholm, we can’t come”. Alright. Where are the truck’s keys?

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