After my personal Dansk Filmfestival, something in my brain just snapped and I went out of control. I was reading a lot, and watching documentaries about Denmark, and I realized that, as much as I wanted to spread my love for Danes around me, I was afraid I could spread false information. What if the internet and television had plotted to make me believe Denmark was a great place full of great people doing great stuff in great ways?… and it wasn’t true! Not only would that be incredibly shameful to admit, but I would never recover and forgive the treachery.

Yeah, I’m a bit weird on that level… I have the power to make myself believe incredibly improbable things. (Yes, I WILL meet Mads someday… somehow… I just KNOW it! No need to argue!) But I highly doubt E-VE-RY-THING the Internet and TV entities tell me! Everything… It is the most annoying feeling ever! I wish I was gullible again, like those people who go to a comedy show, and still believe the person invited on the stage isn’t staged! I’d like to believe that Apple has a bunch of computers to give away if I “like” their Facebook page… I’d like to believe that a Shticky stick will solve all my problems… But I just don’t!

I actually remember the day I lost my naivety for good. A few years ago, I had read a hilarious tweeter feed by Elan Gale, describing the horrible all-flight-long fight he had with another passenger (Diane). This was in the top ten funniest things Internet had brought in my life! I was telling everybody I knew to read it. And then, some months later, I decided to read it again, to get a good giggle, and found out it was a hoax! I hated Elan for breaking my soul… But I couldn’t hate him for long; it was still pretty damn funny!

Ok, going astray here…

So, that was quite a dilemma… How to be sure that Denmark was in fact great… not just their dogs? (Don’t bother writing to say Great Danes – what a pleonasm – aren’t the only breed of dogs in Denmark… Just playing with words here… I know they have Chihuahuas too, although nobody should have a Chihuahua! LOL)

At that point, there was only one solution! I had to go to Denmark.

Easy!

Christmas was now coming, and I rushed to tell everybody that I didn’t want any present; I wanted people to give me money if they wanted to give me something. Which was a bit awkward since I didn’t want to ask for presents, and didn’t want to look like I was expecting presents… Hey! I was on a mission, I had to do whatever was needed!

And so I did, and David and I were on a very good way to succeed. Yay!

Until fate struck….