Just over 24 hours after arriving in Sweden, my mental health has taken a beating.

Swedish activists have missed the train to the new South Africa.

I buy a ticket for a boat trip along the Bosphorus, the narrow strait that not only connects the Black Sea to the Mediterranean through Lake Marmara and the Dardanelles, but also separates Europe from Asia.

Absolute devotion is shown in an enchanting and colorful fantasy world of photographs. Visiting Kirsty Mitchell's fairy-tale "Wonderland" in the exhibition at the Fotografiska Museum in Stockholm can only be described as a real hallelujah moment.

We prefer to sit on an empty double seat on the bus if possible. This is not always the case. That's why it gets really uncomfortable when the bus lurches and your skin meets a stranger's. "Excuse me," we whisper. Unless we've had a few glasses of wine, then all of the above becomes easier to deal with.

Then came the day, or rather the late evening, when South Africa's President Jacob Zuma chose to resign the presidency in a televised speech from the capital Pretoria. It was unclear until the end whether he would resign voluntarily or cling to power and be subject to a vote of no confidence in parliament.

In mid-December this year, a case of measles was diagnosed at Sahlgrenska University Hospital in Gothenburg. At the time of writing, eight people have fallen ill and there is a risk that there are more undetected cases. Measles is a highly contagious and potentially fatal disease. The importance of successfully tracing the infection cannot be overemphasized, and as quickly as possible.

Anders Borg believes that Sweden must review its tax and benefit system. And he is self-critical that the government he served in did not dare to do more. In the third of the editorial page's summer talks, he meets his former colleague.

When you have worked on the inside of the Government Offices, you know a mammoth scandal when you see it. There are other signs in addition to the unlawful events brought to our attention by the Swedish Transport Agency (TS).

On a wooden bench at a small kiosk in a tin shed in a Kenyan village where red dirt roads lead me, I see the Maasai sitting and drinking his Coca-Cola.