“The Almost Nearly Perfect People” by Michael Booth (2014)

Early one dark April morning a few years ago I was sitting in my livign room in central Copenhagen, wrapped in a blanket and yearning for spring, when I opened that days newspaper to discover that my adopted countrymen had been anointed the happiest of their species

Im not someone who longs to travel. I seem to have missed out on whatever gene it is that gives humans wanderlust and makes them want to set out and explore new things. Dont get me wrong, Im not averse to it, and I dont think...