Saturday, February 23, 2008

Dear Skeppsholmen Realtor















Dear Skeppsholmen Realtor,
do you really think it responsible to put out insanely pretty ancient hotel Duvedsgården for sale? Don't you understand what you do to Swedish moms who've read too many Agatha Christie novels?

You pretend like it's just your job to sell houses.
Then you give us a glimpse of a life that could be ours, as the proprietors of a little hotel.
We'd take care of business here:



















I just opened the morning paper. I was prepared to read about famines, wars, environmental gloom and tax evasion. Never did it occur to me that I would become the next victim of realtor induced stress.

You break up homes, uproot children from their homes, make women make wild propositions to their spouses about a life in the North, far away from friends, family and international magazines.

Why do you do this?
Concerned greetings from
-the end consumer