Showing posts with label denmark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label denmark. Show all posts

Wonderful Copenhagen


Nice weekend getaway to Copenhagen with the other half. It's as 'wonderful' a place as the famous song indicates and its beautiful architecture starts at the airport with the stunning terminal finger nicknamed "The Cathedral" in the photo above. There's so much to see and do here. Been a few years since I last visited so it's fun doing the semi-touristic tour around this familiar city once again and relax for a couple of days. Went to the National Museum of Denmark today. Entrance is free and there is a theme exhibition about the Viking Era there at the moment. Well worth the effort. It must be 15 years since I was last there. Good to be back!


Happy Happy People


The worst storm for ten years is over the country, trees are falling, people are hurt and even killed and the damages to buildings and cars are extensive. The economic upturn seems less strong than hoped. A political scandal is rolling with the former PM having been found daft enough to have spend a lot of the tax payers' money on expensive 1st Class tickets and the clocks have just been set back one hour to winter time. It's dark, wet, dreary, Yet, once again the Danes have been declared the happiest people in the world. After all, something must be going quite alright after all in that motherland of mine...



Footprints in The Desert



Time resolutely continues its rhythmic and precisely measured circular motion and is only scarcely depicted in its presence on the clocks of the world; the treadmill of time. It is already late in the summer. August relieves July in a few days and I can tear-off another page of the calendar, add another month to my expatriation. It´s been ages since I left Denmark, but I do not quite get it. It really feels as if it was just a few months ago. My sense of time has deteriorated proportionately with my time spend abroad. Where did time go when it went? Was it brutally sucked out through the ventilation ducts of eternity? Was it carelessly flushed out through dubious drains of infinity? Did it voluntarily jump down the rubbish chutes of transience?
Whatever happened to it, one thing is certain: time passed is gone for good and it has no intention of coming back to me. Time is fragile. Time is precious. Time is fleeing. Time rapidly erodes like footprints in the desert.

Ideas are like stars; you cannot reach out and touch them with your hands. But as for the seafarer stuck in a wilderness of water, they can show you the way and if you follow them, you will meet your destiny.

The idea was to move far, far away from Denmark, go for a new adventure, challenge myself and start all over again in a foreign place. Sometimes I feel that I am still at the beginning, that I have only just arrived here and that I am far from being established properly yet. Other times, I catch myself out having actually established some kind of normal life here – I have even gotten used to most of the things about life in Dubai, which are far from normal for a Dane. I find myself having established new trade patterns, paved new roads and established a new, steadily growing network of friends and people that surround me and help keeping me alive.
It is my everyday life, it is my everything and I love it, my life here in Dubai.

So, who am I? What am I? Which are the terms I would use to define myself in light of my age, my background, my years spend here in the UAE with all it has brought me?

Change is my passion, progressive and creative thinking my style, insight my ability, openness my way of communication, travelling my desire, experience my drug, kindness my philosophy, understanding my process, performance my talent, experience my result.
I appreciate people with real and decent behaviour and I respect talent and wholesome attitudes.

I love our world, thrive in most places, I love to write, read books, cook, make photographs and listen to music.
I embrace good, healthy and close relationships and friendships and I yearn earnestly for proper cheese when I am in foreign countries.

Paradox is my answer.