Have you ever fell in love with someone who meant harm to you? Yes, I’m talking about the bad guys, wrong girls at the right time, or mischievous thief—to name but a few—with whom you are least impressed, but gradually surrender your heart to them. This symptom makes us feel like Stockholm Syndrome is happening on us.
Stockholm Syndrome describes an incident when hostages at a bank robbery in Stockholm turned out to defend and sympathize their captors, and, instead, “exhibiting loyalty to their captors to the point of refusing to testify against them, as well as helping the criminals raise funds for legal representation.”
Well. My recent experience at Stockholm may not be so intense as those people captured decades ago, but I was trapped in the places and by people with whom I never thought I would easily fall in love.
I planned to head up to Tromsø, Europe’s northern most city, to experience the Northern Light, and I had to use Stockholm as my flight hub. As all hope led to Tromsø, I prepared nothing for Stockholm. This was how, when and why Stockholm quietly held me captive and robbed my sentiment from the whole trip.