kitchen
I don't have much to tell, at least not much, that anyone would be interested in. A week or two ago, there was placed up a calender, and people in our kitchen signed their birhday. All is there except me and the room that is empty, that leaves 13 birthday's. I would believe, with all the young ones comming in aged 19 and 20 and stuff, and knowing only one beforehand who was older than me (incidently the same one as have been living here longer than me), I thought I'd be the second or third oldest. But it was delighting to see a few others older than me, actually 5. Two of the new girls was among them, and also Birgitte who I have mentioned often about a year ago, was also some months older.
About a week ago, there was a kitchen meeting, where everyone living here was there at some point. It was the first time I saw Anne, who now seems to be the eldest living here, 1½ year older than me. She didn't leave a very good first impression though. Unfortunally I had taken a nap that evening, and woke up and rushed to the meeting and came last (and probably looking like a disaster). I sat on the couch and was pretty much very quiet the entire evening, except when the guy who have lived here longer than me, thought to look coolin front of the girls, by humiliating me. There was talk of paying/donate to have an african child that belonged to the kitchen. Birgitte (who has long been well-known as one of the most generous and kind persons in the world) declared she already had one. In a pseudo funny moment, she first said "I already have a child", to which she then hurried to add: "not a real child, a negro child", and then realised how what she said could have been interpreted, and tried long to straighten out what she actually meant. Many people seemed repulsed at the kitchen standard, how clean etc. There was also tons of talk about future parties etc. and I stayed out of it, and simply stayed out of most things in the kitchen and ignored it, as it wouldn't influence me, as all proposed things would be in March and April, where I would be away from here.
Most interesting was the talk about what newspaper to subcribe to. In all the 3+ years I've lived here, it has always been Jyllands-Posten - now world-wide known and notorious as the newspaper that made and first brought the much disputed Muhammed Cartoons - a newspaper I (for various reasons) loathe, and I have always wanted another one. I would have preferred Politiken a nice neutral balanced newspaper, whose views would resemble about the same as US Democratic Party view, but which rarely used their political opinion and was basicly neutral, unlike Jyllands-Posten who press their extreme fascist views on every line they write and who always makes me vommit. Anyways Charlotte (who was the other new girl older than me - by 3 days), I remember, supported Jyllands-Posten because they made pages useful for her occupation, which means that she's most likely occupied in fields where money matters more than people. The guy who has lived here longer than me, held a "patriotic" speech about that we should stand together and show support to Jyllands-Posten due to the Muhammed drawings riots. And since he is a muslim persian, he would be hard to go against.
Worst of the all was Birgitte, who suddenly shouted out, that Politiken was too "red" (I suppose you all understand what that means), as if it was the divine truth. And it's bullshit. Had she said it about a left-wing paper such as Information, it would be understandable, but Politiken being far more politically central and neutral than Jyllands-Posten, and she even expressing it as if all should agree on it or die. She reminded me of Joseph McCarthy, a person who feared the "red" because it was unknown. She seemed like person brain-washed only to hate the red per default, without knowing what it is. I can still hear those desperate shouts she made, and it makes me shiver. At once I felt (and still feel) ashamed of ever being in love with that woman, and saying all those positive things about her and her personality. And as a secondary thing, then a person feeling more associated with Jyllands-Posten over Politiken, would never be a close friend of mine. So, goodbye Birgitte!
In the end Jyllands-Posten got 6 votes, Politiken 4 and a third paper 2 votes. I guess I shouldn't be too sad, as I'm leaving, but I still feel ashamed for in over 3½ years being forced to financially support this paper *sigh* as a side-note Anne (who I mentioned a few paragraphs above) was one of those that - like me - who voted for Politiken, so I guess she's not so bad. When the meeting ended, I vanished.
A side-note, today, for the first time, I got to be alone with Anne in the kitchen. Only briefly and we didn't talk much, but she seems nice. Even though it shouldn't matter, and I shouldn't think of it, as I will be gone and out of here in less than a week, I'm nervous...
About a week ago, there was a kitchen meeting, where everyone living here was there at some point. It was the first time I saw Anne, who now seems to be the eldest living here, 1½ year older than me. She didn't leave a very good first impression though. Unfortunally I had taken a nap that evening, and woke up and rushed to the meeting and came last (and probably looking like a disaster). I sat on the couch and was pretty much very quiet the entire evening, except when the guy who have lived here longer than me, thought to look coolin front of the girls, by humiliating me. There was talk of paying/donate to have an african child that belonged to the kitchen. Birgitte (who has long been well-known as one of the most generous and kind persons in the world) declared she already had one. In a pseudo funny moment, she first said "I already have a child", to which she then hurried to add: "not a real child, a negro child", and then realised how what she said could have been interpreted, and tried long to straighten out what she actually meant. Many people seemed repulsed at the kitchen standard, how clean etc. There was also tons of talk about future parties etc. and I stayed out of it, and simply stayed out of most things in the kitchen and ignored it, as it wouldn't influence me, as all proposed things would be in March and April, where I would be away from here.
Most interesting was the talk about what newspaper to subcribe to. In all the 3+ years I've lived here, it has always been Jyllands-Posten - now world-wide known and notorious as the newspaper that made and first brought the much disputed Muhammed Cartoons - a newspaper I (for various reasons) loathe, and I have always wanted another one. I would have preferred Politiken a nice neutral balanced newspaper, whose views would resemble about the same as US Democratic Party view, but which rarely used their political opinion and was basicly neutral, unlike Jyllands-Posten who press their extreme fascist views on every line they write and who always makes me vommit. Anyways Charlotte (who was the other new girl older than me - by 3 days), I remember, supported Jyllands-Posten because they made pages useful for her occupation, which means that she's most likely occupied in fields where money matters more than people. The guy who has lived here longer than me, held a "patriotic" speech about that we should stand together and show support to Jyllands-Posten due to the Muhammed drawings riots. And since he is a muslim persian, he would be hard to go against.
Worst of the all was Birgitte, who suddenly shouted out, that Politiken was too "red" (I suppose you all understand what that means), as if it was the divine truth. And it's bullshit. Had she said it about a left-wing paper such as Information, it would be understandable, but Politiken being far more politically central and neutral than Jyllands-Posten, and she even expressing it as if all should agree on it or die. She reminded me of Joseph McCarthy, a person who feared the "red" because it was unknown. She seemed like person brain-washed only to hate the red per default, without knowing what it is. I can still hear those desperate shouts she made, and it makes me shiver. At once I felt (and still feel) ashamed of ever being in love with that woman, and saying all those positive things about her and her personality. And as a secondary thing, then a person feeling more associated with Jyllands-Posten over Politiken, would never be a close friend of mine. So, goodbye Birgitte!
In the end Jyllands-Posten got 6 votes, Politiken 4 and a third paper 2 votes. I guess I shouldn't be too sad, as I'm leaving, but I still feel ashamed for in over 3½ years being forced to financially support this paper *sigh* as a side-note Anne (who I mentioned a few paragraphs above) was one of those that - like me - who voted for Politiken, so I guess she's not so bad. When the meeting ended, I vanished.
A side-note, today, for the first time, I got to be alone with Anne in the kitchen. Only briefly and we didn't talk much, but she seems nice. Even though it shouldn't matter, and I shouldn't think of it, as I will be gone and out of here in less than a week, I'm nervous...