The train station closed so I sat down outside for while, checking out the people and just absorbing the atmosphere. There was this American business dude on the phone with someone named Jordan in the US, a most dramatic conversation.
There were also a handful of homeless people lounging around. After a while this cleaner guy came out from inside the railway station and heads straight for me. He explains in broken Swedish that there's a subway station opening at 3 am where I can go if I get cold. I thanked him for the kindness and told him I was heading in the other direction, which I did shortly after.
I was carrying a huge suitcase that looked way heavier than it was, it only had another smaller empty suitcase inside of it. When I was confused about directions this other guy suddenly shows up and asked if I need help. He also spoke broken Swedish having lived in Sweden for 5 years. He was from Guinea and explained he was homeless for a while coming to Sweden and a woman let him stay on her couch for a couple of weeks so he is just paying it forward. He coincidentally had his best friend (also Guinean) working at the McD I was heading for so he carried my suitcase over there, bought me coffee and kept me company all night. He told me about how much it sucked to be an immigrant in Sweden, he wanted to move to Finland. I actually talked to a native Swedish guy later who said he also wanted to relocate to Finland
Anyway, the only 2 people offering to help were immigrants and it was very interesting to listen to the perspectives of this Guinean gentleman named Barry.
It confirmed my belief that good people are good people regardless of their origin.