On a bitingly cold morning in Stockholm, two days ago, I stood among 200 mourners in a Muslim cemetery, set in a magnificent pine forest.They had come to bury a 15-year-old Afghan boy who had been shot dead, allegedly by a gangster of the same age.Yet as his coffin was lowered into the frozen ground, it seemed to me that we were also witnessing the death of ’s great multi-cultural dream.
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