“One?” Greece wondered. “Everyone knows you have an entire basement in your subconscious dedicated to dark secrets.”
“Okay, one of my dark secrets is I love Eurovision almost, but not quite, as much as Sweden.”
“Really?” Greece said, trying to imagine it. Serbia always mocked his own entries as well as everyone elses. But on the hand he spent a lot of time doing it and he always knew the lyrics by heart...
“It might be ridiculous, but everyone hangs out with stupid songs and outfits and dances and no one yells at me or tells me what to do. And it's a good time for my neighbors to prove how much they love me... I wish EU meetings would be more like that. Maybe we could at least start to wear silly outfits.”
“I doubt that would improve things much,” Greece said with a sigh. “But I would be willing to try...”
“You could always laugh over how Sweden takes Eurovision much more seriously than budget problems.”
“That is funny,” Greece admitted. “He always gives you guys dirty looks and mutters about Yugoslavia voting for itself.”
“Sweden is insane,” Serbia said with conviction.
“But he'll probably win this year. As long as it isn't me I'm happy...”
“Hah! Sweden thinks that every year. He keeps underestimating the power of Balkan ballads and novelty acts. Macedonia really was excellent and so am I, but yeah, Sweden will probably win...”
Was there a little disappointment in his voice?
“Maybe that's for the best,” Greece said. “Sweden will find a place in his budget for Eurovision no matter what.”
“And you get your twelve points from Cyprus and then you can lose with dignity.”
Greece shrugged, but in truth he would feel satisfied with that. Eurovision was one weird thing. He didn't even want to win or cared that much but he would indeed feel insulted if the nations he didn't count on voted for him. This competition made everyone a little crazy, not only Sweden...
I feel proud over myself for calling Sweden, Russia and Serbia as the top three in advance...
Where Greece and Serbia think Sweden cares too much
“One?” Greece wondered. “Everyone knows you have an entire basement in your subconscious dedicated to dark secrets.”
“Okay, one of my dark secrets is I love Eurovision almost, but not quite, as much as Sweden.”
“Really?” Greece said, trying to imagine it. Serbia always mocked his own entries as well as everyone elses. But on the hand he spent a lot of time doing it and he always knew the lyrics by heart...
“It might be ridiculous, but everyone hangs out with stupid songs and outfits and dances and no one yells at me or tells me what to do. And it's a good time for my neighbors to prove how much they love me... I wish EU meetings would be more like that. Maybe we could at least start to wear silly outfits.”
“I doubt that would improve things much,” Greece said with a sigh. “But I would be willing to try...”
“You could always laugh over how Sweden takes Eurovision much more seriously than budget problems.”
“That is funny,” Greece admitted. “He always gives you guys dirty looks and mutters about Yugoslavia voting for itself.”
“Sweden is insane,” Serbia said with conviction.
“But he'll probably win this year. As long as it isn't me I'm happy...”
“Hah! Sweden thinks that every year. He keeps underestimating the power of Balkan ballads and novelty acts. Macedonia really was excellent and so am I, but yeah, Sweden will probably win...”
Was there a little disappointment in his voice?
“Maybe that's for the best,” Greece said. “Sweden will find a place in his budget for Eurovision no matter what.”
“And you get your twelve points from Cyprus and then you can lose with dignity.”
Greece shrugged, but in truth he would feel satisfied with that. Eurovision was one weird thing. He didn't even want to win or cared that much but he would indeed feel insulted if the nations he didn't count on voted for him. This competition made everyone a little crazy, not only Sweden...
I feel proud over myself for calling Sweden, Russia and Serbia as the top three in advance...