Reminds me of the Scandinavian countries. Beneath the calm surface of conformity there’s a roiling ocean of passion that occasionally breaks through to the surface. All that orderliness and clean, refined aesthetic is there for a reason. There’s a samurai in there yearning to unleash the katana just like there’s a berserker underneath reaching for his axe.
“Reminds me of the Scandinavian countries.”
Like Sweden’s Olaf Palme in 1986. 357 magnum did the trick. Case never solved.