corrections of this english text?

Hi!

Ive written a short story I tried to translate from swedish into english. Can you please help me correct my translation?

thanks a lot for your inputs!!!

here comes a part of the story:

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The next day I called work and asked to take some time off. I had to get some

perspective of my life, to make things sensible again. I booked a trip to Denmark.

It is a weird feeling questioning one’s own judgment. ‘Cause that was where I found

myself. If you can’t trust what you know you have seen, can you trust anything?

It is like questioning life itself. I knew I had seen the statue Kopparmärra there

at the square at Kungsportsplatsen. And what did it really matter what others thought.

And what did the statue have to do with my life?

But it is the feeling of not being believed. The feeling of being right hasn’t anything

to do with knowing.

I spent my days in Denmark reading and walking along the beach. I took the bus

up to Skagen. There were lots of people there but it did not bother me. I went with

the tractor that transported tourists to the spot where Skagerack meets Kattegatt and

walked a long distance along the ocean. It was peaceful and it made me think of other

things. After three days I got on the ferry again and I felt somehow mentally recovered.

I had been to eat at the restaurant. My packing was still in there and I was heading

for the restrooms when I by coincidence got a glimpse of a brochure in the stand right

next to me. Maybe it was the red cottage or the surprise to find a brochure about Lofoten

in Norway on the Danish ferry. It was from a company called Lofoten Adventures that

offered adventurous trips to Lofoten. But at the bottom of the photo, just by the water on

a cliff between to two red houses was Kopparmärra. 

I cannot explain what have happened and I have no one to talk to about it. After I got

back to Sweden I told Sofia everything. It must now have been at least three months

since we last met.

If I cannot believe that Kopparmärra once stood at Kungsportsplatsen, how can I believe

in anything? How can I believe that everyone else is right when I know that I am right

about Kopparmärra. I wonder what decides what is true and what is false. And what it

matters at all.

For what is it that sets the limits of reality. The amount of people believing or the power

of someone’s conviction?

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thanks

P