I was supposed to work a lot all day today but ended up pushing work for the evening. Instead, I met up with Tine for a long walk around Nørrebro. We took coffee to go and talked and talked and laughed. It was wonderful. When the sun had gone down beneath the buildings, I hugged Tine goodbye at Jægersborggade and met up with Chris for a slow walk home through Nørrebrogade and Superkilen. I love living close to my friends, I really missed that when I lived in Berlin.
We walked around Assistensen Cemetery and looked at graves and talked about inappropriate stuff.
We walked down to Griffenfeldsgade and had coffee in the window at Dépanneur. Kiosks in Montreal are called dépanneurs and they had signs inside from Montreal which made me miss that city. I can't believe it's almost been four years!
I don't think it comes as a surprise to anyone when I say that I'm a huge nostalgic. I am still debating whether it's good or bad that I spend a lot of time reminiscing and thinking about the past - for instance I'm going through a fase at the moment where I miss the year 1998. Don't ask me why. So my nostalgia has gone off the charts the last few days as I've gone through all the photos on my external harddrive. As in all... I'm making a photo wall in the apartment and I needed to find great photos for it. Oh my god. It surprised me just how many photos I've taken over the last 10 years, and it made me almost cry to look at all the great things that happened and I sort of relived the last decade in fast-forward a few times. And of course I thought I'd share a few of the photos I collected here;
Berlin Festival 2010. It was one of the first events I covered as an intern in Berlin and we had fun.
Napoli last year with the ladies.
My grandfather in the house in North Jutland 2010.
My grandmother, Easter 2008. I feel like this is the essence of her; always grinning about something and with a glass of wine in her hand.
NP and AE in the Israeli desert 2011.
With my favourite gang, Gran Sasso 2015.
Young brothers, 2007.
In Stockholm with the ladies 2014.
The gang plus Fredericke, 2012. I love how they never look like anybody else.
My uncle lying in snow 2016.
AnCa and I getting serious, 2011.
Our dog Rosa (I miss her) as a puppy, 2006.
Teaching my grandmother how to iPad, 2015.
The goodbye party, Berlin 2011.
With my grandmother in Paris, 1988 or 89.
Kathrine in her old windowsill as she took care of my heartache with wine, 2011.
The youngest in 1999. I LOVE this photo.
My parents graduated in 1980 and looked so young.
Kathrine and I had a lot of empty bottles after a party in Aarhus, 2010.
The night we ran down to the sea and swam one drunken night in 2010, days before I left for Berlin.
When we moved into The White Castle, October 2011.
Actually, this is long overdue, but back in May I spent an evening being filmed. DSB, the Danish railway company - who I used to intern for back in the day, if anyone here remembers that far back - has made a few one-minute videos with people showing and talking about their favourite way to spend a weekend. I recommend going out exploring your city. Try and walk around a different neighborhood and notice the details. I learned to do that when I moved to Berlin and started photographing for this blog. I noticed I got to know the city by taking pictures of it and connecting myself to the places I went. Sadly, the video is in Danish, but you can have a look at it right here. I still can't believe that I sound like that.... At least I got to flaunt my yellow summer-coat. (And the top photo is me goofing around in Snapchat one night when I was supposed to do a bit of writing. That filter does wonders for my face, I wish I looked like that all the time)
I'm losing sleep these days; I didn't sleep all night between Friday and Saturday, and since then I haven't gotten my usual 8 hours. This morning, it was dark when I woke up and every fiber in my body longed for slipping back under the warm covers. But I got up and went downtown to meet Chris for breakfast. It's a thing we have; we meet before work and have coffee and talk. Today, a fog covered the city as if it didn't want to wake up either, but it was beautiful and quiet. I like mornings that start with conversations and coffee.
We met at Atelier September, and for once it wasn't completely packed and over-heated. We got the window seats with the beautiful marble table and an undisturbed view over Gothersgade where people biked past on their way to work.
The painted ladies were grainy and muffled under the fog.
I like that it looks like the building straight ahead has been cut in two.
Our window seat and leftovers of two avocado-on-bread and a soft boiled egg.
Wow, was it tough to get out of bed Wednesday morning. For months, as nothing seemed to stop Trump, I had had a growing feeling that the election might turn out the way it did. When others were sure Hillary would win, I always hesitated. Despite that, I was properly shocked when waking up to the news that it had indeed gone the way it did. That millions of people had expressed faith in a man so incapable of making sense to me. All the things he's said, the way he seems to not actually understand the world and the consequences of acting and saying what he has. I was horrified. It accentuated that the values I believe in, that I feel are so important and obvious to the better for everyone, is not shared by everyone. That for many people, the exact opposite of my values is what they believe in. I'm not saying that I didn't know that before, but the extent of it I don't think I did. So I sat in my bed for a long time contemplating the possible outcomes of this. And then I picked myself up and went on with the things on the day's agenda; working, meeting a friend for coffee, watching 'The Crown' on Netflix, making dinner. It seemed like unimportant things at first, but I realized they were needed to make me believe that things will go on. Now it's up to us to make our voices heard and fight for the things we believe in. If we don't, nobody will.
On that note, here are some other glimpses of the week that passed;
The sun has been shining and it makes my working space aka my living room so much better.
Last week, I had breakfast with Ida at the café so oddly called 'Vi mødtes gennem ruden' (We met through the window). The spread was lavish and it was such an indulgence.
The sun shone brightly and gave a quick reminder of what summer looks like.
In the weekend I went to Jutland to visit my mum. I needed a break from things and it did the trick. We had long laughs, watched films, went flea-hunting and ate a little café somewhere in the northwest of Jutland. It was wonderful.