I get off the bus in front of the quaint old wooden house with the green veranda and the exotic entrance with its canopy of leaves. I climb the steps on to the veranda and enter through the leafy entrance. A little bell sounds as I open the door. “User, I’m ready for you. Come on in.” A blonde slim woman steps out from an adjacent room. Her intonation is teasingly girlish, but the timbre of her voice sounds very mature. She holds out her hand. She has a surprisingly firm grip. “I’m so happy you accepted this job. We really need all the fresh blood we can get, with the Midsummer festivities just around the corner and everything.” She gives a short laugh, looks impishly at me and points towards a table, with a couple of chairs, by the window. “Let’s sit down, shall we? Do you want a cup of coffee?” Without waiting for an answer, she turns around and goes into the adjacent room. A few moments later she returns with a tray with coffee and cookies. As she sits down across the table, I am struck by how gracefully she moves her body. And in that thin white billowy dress, accentuating her sun tan, and her long wavy blonde hair, she really looks like an incarnation of a Midsummer bride. “So, with you we will be five people working here. And now, I want an honest answer. Where do you think your talents are put to best use? Behind the counter here, selling souvenirs and answering questions, or helping me with the hikes and rafting, or handling the Midsummer logistics. Tell me!” Her ice blue eyes looks straight into mine. She smiles. I know she expects an answer. Now.