This has been in my queue for a couple of months now and I’m just now finally getting around to finishing it up and posting. The article refers to a trip I took to Stockholm for the Broadband Forum during the week of September 8, 2008.
I was in Stockholm for the week attending a broadband specifications conference. The conference was scheduled to start Monday afternoon and run through until Thursday afternoon. Scandinavia was at the top of my list of places I really wanted to get to, so I was really looking forward to attending.
I scheduled my flights to arrive in Stockholm Sunday afternoon and depart Friday morning. Ideally, I should have scheduled my flights to either arrive the day before or to leave a day later so that I could do some touring, but I sort of dropped the ball on that one. However, with a late afternoon arrival and things not starting until Monday afternoon, there was some opportunity to catch some of the sights. I also knew that I’d at least get to the downtown area and see some nice architecture and experience some fine local cuisine most evenings, so I wasn’t too worried about having so little time.
The flight got into Stockholm pretty much on time, but by the time I got through customs, got my bag, and got to the hotel, it was a little after 7pm and I still hadn’t even checked in yet or figured out what was around. I ran into an acquaintance in the lobby and given the lateness and my level of fatigue, I decided to eat at the hotel and try to make it an early night. No big deal, I still had Monday morning to catch a couple of things.
The alarm went off at a reasonable hour Monday morning and I went about getting ready to head out. I was going to need some cash and a 7-day metro pass, so that was to be the first order of business. I was staying at the Quality Hotel Globen, which is part of the much larger Globen City complex that includes an arena and a shopping mall. The mall was only a couple hundred metres from the hotel, so that was to be my first stop.
The mall was just opening when I arrived. There were lots of people, but it wasn’t particularly busy. I wandered around the mall, looking for a bank machine and having a look at what the stores were offering, especially since I needed to pick up some sort of souvenir for Olivia.
I eventually found a bank machine, but I still needed the metro pass. I got to a set of escalators and headed down, which took me to the bottom floor of the mall. There were only a few stores on this level and so there was not a lot of traffic. I walked a couple dozen metres past another bank machine and stopped to look around for a moment.
To my right was an ICA store (which I believe is a grocery chain). To my left was what appeared to be some sort of lotto booth. I looked at the lotto booth store for a moment, trying to determine if there was some sort of sign that said I could buy a metro pass there.
I heard what sounded like a semi-hollow aluminium can hitting the floor and I turned around to see the can roll past my feet. The can started belching out thick orange smoke.
I was watching the can, wondering why in the world it was there, when a very loud noise started up. It was coming from back where the escalators were, so I spun around to see what was going on. There was a corner wall blocking my view, so I started walking towards the sound. After a few steps, I was able to see past the wall and found the source of the noise.
Two men wearing very fluorescent lime green jackets with blue stripes were standing in front of a door. One was wielding a very large gas-powered circular saw, like you would use for cutting concrete or rebar or some other tough metal, and trying to cut into the door.
“That’s odd,” I thought to myself. “I suppose maybe they’re doing some sort of maintenance work.”
The smoking can re-entered my thoughts and again I wondered about the relevance. It was smoking quite a lot at this point and the lotto booth was completely filled.
I continued looking at the two men. The one not operating the saw was looking around and turned in my direction. That’s when I noticed the reflective ski goggles.
The man made eye contact with me and waved me away. I was about 10 metres away and there were a lot of sparks flying, so I figured he just wanted to make sure I didn’t get too close.
Having had enough of that, I decided it was time to head out. There was a door leading outside a few metres away, so I headed towards it. A man with a panicked look on his face was kicking the smoke can out of lotto store and talking on his cell phone.
It occured to me just then that these guys weren’t trying to cut opening just any door. It was the door to the room containing the bank machine I had just passed.
That’s when it finally all came together.
These guys were robbing the bank machine.
My first thought at this point was, “Well, I really don’t need to be here, so I need an exit RIGHT NOW.” I very quickly walked to the (what appeared to be) automatic door. Nothing happened. I tried pushing the door open. Nothing. I tried pulling the door open. Still nothing.
Ok, great. A couple of guys are robbing a bank and I can’t get out of the mall. “Ok, ok, no problem. They’re busy with the door and probably don’t want things to get any more complicated than they already are,” I told myself. That’s when I had the brilliant idea.
“I know. The escalator is just over there, so I’ll very quickly walk along the wall past the would-be robbers and make my way up the escalator.” I started walking back towards the escalator.
I got around the corner again and stopped to see what the two where up to. One was still busy with the door. The other was nervously glancing around in the area of the escalator, his arm raised up into the air.
That’s when I noticed the gun.
I really don’t know anything about guns, rifles, pistols, and the like. I do know the difference between a revolver and something like a Glock/9mm/etc. This particular gun was black and looked like the latter.
“Oh, this is just fucking great,” I murmured to myself. “I can’t go out the automated doors because they won’t open. I can’t go up the escalator because these guys are armed. The mall is filling up with orange smoke. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
I turned back towards the door that I couldn’t open and saw the man still on the phone. This time, however, he was frantically slapping a black pad next to the door. He slapped a couple more times and the door that I couldn’t open finally opened. So it was an automatic door after all. Seeing my opportunity, I ran out.
Once outside, I took a few seconds to catch my breath and figure out what to do next. I turned right and started walking down the sidewalk. All I really knew at that point was that I wanted to be as far from the situation as possible.
I walked a couple hundred metres and came across a set of stairs to the right that went up to the plaza between the hotel and the mall. I had initially climbed a set of stairs right outside of the hotel and walked across the plaza to get to the mall. Wanting to get back to the hotel as soon as I could, I decided to climb up the stairs.
Once I got to the top, I could hear sirens. I figured that it must be the police, so I decided that instead of heading straight to the hotel, I’d hang around the plaza to see how long it took them to arrive and to see what happened once they got there. There was a steady stream of people exiting the mall, that orange smoke trailing behind them. It was really starting to fill up the entire building.
I wanted to see what was going on, but also be out of the way. Off to the left was a park bench. I decided to have a seat there and watch the event unfold.
Not 30 seconds later, a “side” door to the mall opened and two men dressed in fluorescent green jackets stepped out. I glanced at them and then quickly looked down along the plaza. Further away, I saw a few more people dressed in similar jackets. At first I just figured that the coats must be pretty popular. I glanced back to the two men. One of them looked right at me and that’s when I noticed the ski goggles and the big black bags they were carrying.
“Oh my god, you have GOT to be fucking kidding me!” I said aloud (not that they could hear me). “Why can’t I get away from you two?!”
Although it looked like they were looking right at me, they were really quite occupied with what they were doing and paid no attention to me. They very quickly opened a door to a stairwell and disappeared. Over the next few seconds, I could hear some banging, like something large and metallic was being dropped (something like a crowbar). A few seconds after that, two men wearing regular street clothes emerged. They very calmly walked over to their waiting motorcycles (well, one was a motorcycle and the other a scooter), donned their helmets, placed the black bags over the fuel tanks, and drove down along the plaza and out of sight.
A few minutes passed and I was still sitting on the bench in disbelief of everything that just happened. The police finally showed up and I walked over to the wall along the plaza to see what was going on. While I was standing there, someone next to me asked what was going on. I mentioned that a couple of guys were trying to rob a bank machine in the mall and that they came up onto the plaza and drove away on motorcycles.
My initial plan was just watching the police for a few minutes and then walking away, not wanting to get involved at all. However, after talking to the person next to me and watching the police begin interviewing people, I figured that I should probably head down the stairs and mention that I saw the guys originally show up and start cutting into the door and that I saw them leave.
It looked like there were plenty of witnesses, so I doubted that I’d be able to offer something that someone else hadn’t already provided, but I figured I’d wait anyway. As it turns out, it looked like it was a good thing that I told my story. There were plenty of people who witnessed the actions in the mall and lots of people saw a couple of guys riding away on motorcycles, but, as near as I could tell, I was the only person who actually saw both parts. I have no idea if my ability to link the two events together will have any effect on things, but at least I felt like I had contributed in a meaningful way.
After the interview, I headed back to the hotel and tried to clear my head. At this point, the morning was shot and it was time to get ready for the first working group session. So much for getting any sightseeing done.
The police called me about an hour after the initial interview. They wanted me to show them the doors that they had come out of and the stairwell I had mentioned, and where they went on the bikes. After that, I never heard from them again.
I spent a few hours trying to find news articles about the incident on the internet. It was quite a while before I found anything and, of course, just about everything was in Swedish. Interestingly enough, Google Translate doesn’t really do a good job translating Swedish to English. Despite that, I was able to discern some information about the incident. One thing I found particularly interesting was the report that the thieves had escaped in a car. That certainly wasn’t what I saw. I suppose they could have ridden the bikes just a few hundred metres to a car and then driven off. *shrug*
And that was my first full day in Stockholm.