You most certainly do NOT take any photos inside freetown.
Compare Ireland to Nigeria, or Romania.
A shithole country with notions about itself.
Where only the terminal losers stick around (that's you, Jambo).
The smarter ones get out, fast - with no intentions of returning, ever.
I'd leave Sweden out of that equation: they've stabbed themselves in the eye and there's no fixing it at this stage, it's already in motion and the years are passing and more and more little black babies are slowly moving further and further north up to Stockholm. In fact, downtown Stockholm's a death trap. There aren't any white people working in the city, and they have hundreds of these phone box-sized little outlets with black guys fixing and unlocking phones for small fees. Yes, the African blood is still very apparent even if they're not wearing shell suits and hoodies, they may groom themselves a bit better than back home, but it's still really fucking uncomfortable wandering around the commercial end of town.
Gamla Stan still has some character, but the rents reflect on why there aren't any tiny shops with black guys inside staring out.
Outside of the old town, you'd need to leave the city and surrounding estates for the countryside to see Swedish people doing Swedish things.
I don't have any sympathy for them either: they did this to themselves, the liberal twats.
Tony Halme, Finnish wrestler and politician, died back in 2010 - shot himself (by accident) with an unlicensed gun he was playing with. Staunch Nazi bastard and member of Perussuomalaiset, the True Finns Party. Big ignorant fucker, had a tattoo on his lower back which read: 'exit only'. Was elected and had his sights set on becoming an EU minister and put his weight to keeping Finland Finnish and out of the EU.
Met him one late night at a club downtown. I stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink. I get a shove from one side and turn to look. There's Tony, staring at me. 'Fuck off, quit pushing me' and his face turns red and the girls beside him have their jaws dropping. I didn't know who he was at the time. But in retrospect I'm glad I did get to meet the cunt. He's dust now. But for a while there he looked like he could do some damage if we let him speak for us abroad.
Everyone was rather relieved when they read he was found dead, two days after shooting himself in the face.
The big twat.