Denmark after 2 years

i published a book and worked as a cake decorator for eight months, it was now time to set foot again in freedom and forget about the girl i met.

My first stop was Kolding in Denmark. I had this crazy idea of going by bike so i did. In Haselunnen it broke down and i hitchhiked from there.

the first day of cycling was a poem for a class reunion, buying food and drifting of in space with two sisters who said i could sleep at their place tonight. Their place was a festival for trucks, they sneeked me inside and gave me wine.

The next day i left at five in the morning and cycled for over 25 km. The sun was so beautiful i made a poem for the surroundings.

my bike exploded and i left him standing beside a tree.

i waited for five minutes. After three rides i stood in Bremen. I slept in a park.

In the morning i searched for a good spot to hitchhike but after three hours i went by train to Hamburg.
In Hamburg i went with the metro to the hitchhiking spot and after one and a half hour Tim picked me up. he was a traveller who worked as a Ambulance driver. He traveled trough Norway and Estland and many other places. He loved Hiking and he liked me too because he drove me all the way to my friends.

These where the friends i met when a car stopped at the middle of the highway and i went across a cemetery. The Hobbit family as i called them. They looked at me and were glad. Bread came out of the kitchen and stories were told. I had an amazing time once again and gave them my book as a thank you for two years ago. The daughters were having problems with finding a job because they were so shy so the mother slowly pointed out that i could maybe talk to them ( help them).
i had made peace with my strength and wisdom that i carried within me but was not quite capable of releasing it when others want advice. It is a insecurity that i feel obliged too help but also that i am not quite the person people, or i, think i am. So it was a struggle for me to go and talk to her. when the mother came home she asked me if i had talked to her daughter. when she heard that i didn't she arranged herself that we talked. There was no escaping now but when we settled and began to share, it all went well and we actually had a lot of fun. I just began by telling my story and i knew she loved fantasy so i felt obliged to tell her the whole of Eamelor. She was listening with eager anticipation and gave me amazing feedback. So it all worked well after all. But there was still this issue about going to Science school. She had been rejected by the Art school this year and now she had to go to a different school or work. She was too shy to get a job so her plan was to go to Science school, but there was a chance that the government of Denmark would change the rule about being able to get free access to two schools. The government would only pay for one school. So that meant that she would have to pay for Art school herself and that kinda sucked. I hope she will find her way.

In the morning the father dropped me off at the highway entrance and i got a lift in five minutes.
His name was Sean and he gave me Loneliness, Happiness and Despair as words for the poem i made for him.

i was very curious about why he gave me Despair as a word and a story came tumbling down and landed in my lap. his wife broke down that morning because she could not handle it any more. three kids to take care of and a husband who works all the time. Sean did not know what to do anymore and asked me for advice ( can you see a rhythm here) so i told him my story. maybe not so similar because i don't have a wife but stories can strangely enough contain certain key points that are exactly the same but with different characters. So we helped each other and he sat me off in Copenhagen.

I took the Metro to Tess her place. Do you all know Tess? The most beautiful girl i ever met. Our families were like one when we were kids, she was five years older than me and she could tell me the memories that i lacked. She had such a strong soul and a wisdom who could whisper long forgotten dreams. she had made a choice in life to begin, at that moment, by following her dream to become a jazz singer. she wanted to quite her job as a hairdresser and focus all of her energy on making this dream come true. I thought this was the most brilliant thing she said to me. her soul had a great power who could only be released as she sang. I heard it and it made me cry.

Tess was very sensitive for the world around her and walked after a boy for more than two years. It all ended when he didn't invite her to his birthday and she heard that he was with another woman. Tess really had a problem with saying no and was rushing in between friends who wanted to spend time with her. So i was rushing with her. We went to a fancy club where i met a friend of Tess who was like, forcing us to drink as much as possible, because the free bar closed in one hour. When they went to the toilet i had to stay behind to protect the drinks we gathered. I leaned and watched. After a few seconds i could smell something funny and i turned around. I could see how flames had draped themselves around my sleeve and my instant reaction was to slam them to oblivion. It worked. Damn open candles.

The rest of the night we danced and danced.

The next morning it was time for the Gay parade and we danced and danced some more, now we had five to eight friends joining us and our time was fantastic. I also had some attention from a girl but after awhile she asked me if i knew a way to get drunk. I said no, because i don't have any money, i offered her water but she laughed at me and went away.

I was so sensitive i had to write down what she said otherwise my head was going to float in it for at least a day. so i began to write and slowly my emotions crumbled down to some words on a piece of paper. Slowly i could Participate again in the wondrous world of friendship. Virginia grinded with me and said( screamed) that i was so sexy and she told Tess that i was very good at dancing. Tess and her friends went to a cafe and i followed them.

In the days that i visited Tess i made poems for the inhabitants of Copenhagen. First it was the Italian Neigbours who invited me to go with them to eat somewhere. They paid for my food and i made them poems. "You really caught the essence of my friends'" "You are a rare creature aren't you?"
The second was friends in parks to earn some food. The people nowadays wear only credit cards so it was not so plentiful a bounty as i hoped. I did make a fairytale for lots of children and a dad translated it for me in Danish. "Dad, we have to get his book, he is so cool!"
"Thank you for reminding us how precious a good storytelling can be."

They offered me two big salads and some bread with olive oil.

"You were born out of love." Some random girl told me after i finished the poem for her friends.


Tess hugged me very good and blew me a kiss when i left for Sweden. I could conquer the world ( if only i believe in myself)