Help with corrections of english text/shortstory?

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