Outside Flying Tiger, the international mecca of low-priced and futile design, there is a lot of people waiting in line. It’s a recurring scene that happens all over the world on Saturday afternoons. But here on Götgatan, Stockholm’s long shopping street, something is different. Because no one inside the shop is wearing a mask. And no one outside the shops is wearing a mask either. Not even the passers-by, except for an elderly lady, all alone, walking with a walker in this unusually snowless December. And no one is wearing a mask inside any other shops in the Swedish capital, at the supermarket or the post office, or in any other part of the city, in the boutiques in Ostermalm or in the alleys that climb up and down Gamla Stan, the old town, or on the buses or in the metro cars. That’s because here in Sweden no one has to wear a mask, and there has never been a lockdown.