A "dramatic" story of wrong pronunciation In 2009 I went to Stockholm, I walked all the morning and, at lunch time, I decided to enter in a restaurant to eat the famuos Swedish soup. So, I asked for it at the kind waitress and she, whit her big and Swdish smile, accompained me to the bathroom and showed me the SOAP... In this moment I got my poor figure, washed my hands and went out from the restaurant. I didn't eat anything for all the day, I was tired, cold, hungry... but my hands was very clean!!!