
That Day is Already Here
You don’t have to live that way anymore.
I stopped pissing against the wind.
I suggest you find a jackpot country and live there, like I did.
I haven’t lived the way that you described for many years.
There was the one time when my colleagues addressed my breasts and not my face. I mentioned it at our Monday meeting and that was the end of that.
Welcome to Denmark.
The 4am walks home after a night out with just a few good-natured greetings from other late-night revellers have always delighted me.
One night I couldn’t sleep and I went to the park to see the full moon.
I felt a little foolish when the night watchman came by with his dog and went home. I conversed in the moonlight with a strange man (and his dog). I felt foolish, not threatened.
The streets are safe.
“I love the streets and the streets love me back”
This freedom is priceless.
Priceless.
Priceless.
Priceless.
Come on over.
Make a habit of hanging out with handsome Scandinavian giants. If you hang around the Barber Shop long enough you’ll get your hair cut.
I got a job here knowing nothing about the country except Gitte Nielsen and Hans Christian Andersen.
You can too.






