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I am on a patch of grass in a residential area in Löddeköpinge, Sweden. I walk. A passing man in his prime says the following: ”I have lived here in Löddeköpinge all my life. On this patch of grass, nothing has ever happened”. The man is right, nothing is happening here. Or? Maybe he’s wrong after all, because there’s a lot going on here. He came by with his dog, for example. It may not be world news that unfolds here, but there are plenty of small everyday events. Children play on the playground. Pupils are heard from the nearby...