T
he glamorous destination is
a staple of the James Bond
movie. But my quest for
007
has led me to the small
Swedish city of Nybro,
population 13,000, and to an auto shop on
an industrial estate.
When I arrive, snowflakes still melting
on my clothes, I enter to find the place
deserted and silent. I decide to take a look
around. On the left-hand side of the garage
space are shelves stacked with regular
car accessories: brake disks, replacement
headlamps, plastic bottles of motor oil
and the like. Over on the other side of the
room, however, things get considerably
more interesting – there are martini
glasses, packs of playing cards, bottles
of aftershave, books, posters and other
items of merchandise, every little bit of it
etched, emblazoned, stamped or printed
with a 007™ logo. Engrossed in all the Bond
paraphenalia, I’m startled when a figure
appears at the back of the workshop,
scaring the living daylights out of me.
It’s Bond.
I resist the urge to say I’ve been
expecting him, and stretch out my hand
in greeting. This is the man formerly
known as Gunnar Schäfer, but following a
The name’s Bond. Gunnar Bond. Licensed to…
operate a Bond museum above a car-parts shop in Nybro
James Bond lives where?
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