Yeah, I miss you Denmark… That was a few minutes before landing in Copenhagen, just over two months back. You had put your most beautiful sunset on, just for my arrival. Solnedgang… I was about to meet with you at last. To see you live, to hear you, feel you, taste you… I was about…… Continue reading Jeg savner dig…
In the early hours of the morning, she awakens. The sun is shining brightly, and the neighbour has chosen today as a good day to hammer his life on the adjoining wall of their apartments. She tries to tell herself it will end soon, knowing it won’t. She wonders if the man next door is…… Continue reading Awakening…
Yeah, dear Denmark… You know I’ve grown fond of you over the last few years. I’ve never been the type to hide my emotions well, and you never seemed to refuse my sometimes aggressive affection. (Except that time at the customs, but Fantasyland push backs don’t really count) I wonder if it is because you…… Continue reading Kære Danmark…
That song always finds its way home, to the back of my head that would be. It plays in loops, giving me an urge to tap on my living room table, wondering what if…? What when…? I’ve been told spring and winter are the best times to visit, weather wise… I would have loved to…… Continue reading Cups song…
When I woke up this morning, I had the sweet aftertaste of a dream, still lingering in the back of my mind. It doesn’t happen often these days, because of the fatigue and the stress, and it was very welcome… I closed my eyes back, and tried to collect the bits and pieces left of…… Continue reading I had a dream…
One morning, I woke up and felt a weird urge to build something. I had no specific construction skills but it didn’t matter. My hands were just itching and there was nothing to be done about it. I found a spot in the woods, planted a sign in the ground with my name on…… Continue reading My glass house (part 1)
I am not in Denmark, I have never been to Denmark, not yet. I have been in many countries, on many continents, but not in Denmark. I have imagined it though. Many, many, many-many-many times. I don’t know how I will react when I finally set foot on Danish ground… Sometimes, I think the fact…… Continue reading I am not in Denmark…
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