29 August 2011
It happened approximately 6,08 am. The train was crossing the Great Belt Bridge, but suddenly it stopped, and people started to scream. "We've had an accident. Please remain calm, help is on its way," a voice said. Outside, the sun was colouring the sky delicate pink and deep golden, the clouds were shaped like mountains high up above the freezing water below the bridge. Ten minutes later, the sirens began, ambulances drove past so fast the water on the asphalt became wet dust clouds after them. It was all planned. I was there with my paper and pen writing all impressions and events down for work. There was the actor lying in the middle of the train screaming because she had a piece of iron sticking out of her. Moments before she had put 'crying creme' under her eyes, but the tears and screams seemed real. People were taken out onto the bridge, climbing over a gap between the rails and the motorway where the water was like ice only 20 metres below. We stood there on the asphalt in the morning wind watching the sky, giving our names to the police and talking about how the firemen and paramedics handled the situation. Later we were rushed into town to have sandwiches. It was a weird morning.
28 August 2011
I spent Saturday with Chris and Iben. After waking up at 6am to a yellow (!) city blasting with aggressive lightenings like I've never seen before, I met up with the two at Enghave Plads to wash down a coffee and a croissant while it continued to pour out of the sky. In between rainshowers we went to the street party in Saxogade. Poor those who had to stand under the wet sky trying to hold together a flea market - but it was nice, and despite living well under the poverty limit this month, I managed to get away from there with two things; an old sign and a pom-pom for my hair. Later we cleaned Chris' apartment after the party, ate canapés and chips and felt sorry for ourselves because of the missing summer in Copenhagen. It is fall now.
27 August 2011
26 August 2011
25 August 2011
Chris doesn't like when I photograph her.