Ramblings on Kierkegaard
Tanja and I were a little intoxicated albeit, inspired. We'd made pancakes and listened to Maria Taylor all morning. We cleaned and redecorated the apartment.
We talked about the times I had been asked that daunting question of whether I felt like an American or a Dane. To which I never quite had a clear answer at hand.
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A: "Huh? Who are you again?" .... "Stop talking random to me, tard" ...
I love Danes. I mean, I love Denmark, but the ppl here are strange.
You don't use words as "Sorry" in the public, and hell stop to smile at random ppl, they just call "911/112" for the madhouse ambulance!!
Even Swedes are more normal and caring people.
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