And We're Back Back Back!
Home! After one week of independence, it feels good to be back. I found the cliché to be true - one can never escape home, never get away from where you came from. Thank god my family made it just past the countryside. This is what I won't be missing:
/I
/I
A Phone Call Each and We're Back in Two Weeks
On the verge of returning home, I begin to think about the things I've liked about our visit here. Staying up all night watching Freaks and Geeks, rhyming and whining. The 2 for 1-sale at Urban Outfitters, orange-flavoured chocolate cake at Baresso (the one at Kongens nytorv, I'm not really into Baresso but that one's good). Cph is not the city of opportunities it seems, but we're still hoping that we'll be given something in return. Now, we have some serious cleaning that needs to be done before we go. Later.
/Regina
/Regina
Morning Turned Into Night
This morning - or afternoon rather, we wake up realizing it will be the first sunny day since we got here. A little enlightened by the fact, we decide to go downtown.
An hour later I'm still waiting for Isabella to finish her morning routines and when she's finally ready to leave, the sun's gone. What's left - a foggy, cold January night. So I think to myself, five minutes by bus, so we have at least an hour left before the stores close!
14:47
16:58
I ask Isabella if she thinks it would be a good idea to clip the cards for once, she convinces me no. Once on the bus, the driver starts talking in the microphone. Strangers to the language, we only get a few words - ladies and bags - and fear that he's reffering to us. Paranoia strikes - so we jump off the bus and walk to town instead.
Next time, I'll make sure she gets up before I do.
/Regina
An hour later I'm still waiting for Isabella to finish her morning routines and when she's finally ready to leave, the sun's gone. What's left - a foggy, cold January night. So I think to myself, five minutes by bus, so we have at least an hour left before the stores close!
14:47
16:58
I ask Isabella if she thinks it would be a good idea to clip the cards for once, she convinces me no. Once on the bus, the driver starts talking in the microphone. Strangers to the language, we only get a few words - ladies and bags - and fear that he's reffering to us. Paranoia strikes - so we jump off the bus and walk to town instead.
Next time, I'll make sure she gets up before I do.
/Regina
Why We Hate CPH
Here's a list of things that Copenhagen does not have, to our great disappointment
Free internet access Yes, it's true. We only found one place, except for on the buses, that has it so far, Din nye ven. It took us seven people and lousy directions to get there.
Peanut sauce Isabella went through all Asian restaurants in town, until she finally found a place that serves peanut sauce!
- The amazing place with the transvestite waitress is called Thai Kalasin
Apartments available for rent Today we found out that we might have to endure a nice long three year wait until we get a place to stay.
File sharing Piratebay is illegal in Denmark!
Jobs for Swedish people Well, at least not for us, still we see them everywhere - they're employed!
Integration Non-existant. But maybe it's just our accents that need some work?
Cheap food We've been living without salad, on rye bread and crackers, for days now. Today's metro paper said that the people want lower taxes on healthy food, but the prime minister said no.
It's only seven points long 'cause we're not entitled to bitch more, so stay tuned for more...
/Regina
Free internet access Yes, it's true. We only found one place, except for on the buses, that has it so far, Din nye ven. It took us seven people and lousy directions to get there.
Peanut sauce Isabella went through all Asian restaurants in town, until she finally found a place that serves peanut sauce!
- The amazing place with the transvestite waitress is called Thai Kalasin
Apartments available for rent Today we found out that we might have to endure a nice long three year wait until we get a place to stay.
File sharing Piratebay is illegal in Denmark!
Jobs for Swedish people Well, at least not for us, still we see them everywhere - they're employed!
Integration Non-existant. But maybe it's just our accents that need some work?
Cheap food We've been living without salad, on rye bread and crackers, for days now. Today's metro paper said that the people want lower taxes on healthy food, but the prime minister said no.
It's only seven points long 'cause we're not entitled to bitch more, so stay tuned for more...
/Regina
Yummy in My Tummy
Here's some exciting news that just might rock your world!
Regina just stole herbs from the kitchen to mash into her all-time hummus. We tend to-
- Sure was great, wasn't it, sugar?
- Yes -to avoid the kitchen during all regular meal times, so we don't rock the cradle of their territory.
Regina just stole herbs from the kitchen to mash into her all-time hummus. We tend to-
- Sure was great, wasn't it, sugar?
- Yes -to avoid the kitchen during all regular meal times, so we don't rock the cradle of their territory.
FCK CPH
Okay, so now we've stayed here since Thursday. It ain't easy! We're living in a guest room at "Egmont Kollegium,"
seven minutes from Norreport by bus. It kinda sucks. Bathroom is six floors down, and we have to walk through the janitor's closet to then access the room. Danish people in one's or two's are fine. In groups, all together, they hate us. We disrupt their 4-year-old peace.
Intruding upon their soil, we have all the qualifications necessary, but we don't speak the language, so we don't get the job, so some Danish dude ends up making you the nastiest SmooTea and you end up missing 50 DKK in change. That's what happens.
And finding a place to stay at... Can't stay in the guestroom. Wouldn't really want to, everyone's so hostile, sorry for invading your personal space! Everything's so fucking dated, old-fashioned, conservative, controlled. To get a job you must show your "straffe attest," even in the most shitty places, who the fuck wants to work there, let alone criminals, they're out commiting crimes, give it a rest!
But hey, we'll screw you over, not clipping our "klippekort," no more than once a day, we travelled from Orestad to Amager, Frederiksberg on Monday, unhappiest day of the year, utter dismay. Fuck you, we're leaving, I'm going today! (Actually, we're probably leaving tomorrow.)
Guest Room-Porn - best served in a trash can.
/Isabella
seven minutes from Norreport by bus. It kinda sucks. Bathroom is six floors down, and we have to walk through the janitor's closet to then access the room. Danish people in one's or two's are fine. In groups, all together, they hate us. We disrupt their 4-year-old peace.
Intruding upon their soil, we have all the qualifications necessary, but we don't speak the language, so we don't get the job, so some Danish dude ends up making you the nastiest SmooTea and you end up missing 50 DKK in change. That's what happens.
And finding a place to stay at... Can't stay in the guestroom. Wouldn't really want to, everyone's so hostile, sorry for invading your personal space! Everything's so fucking dated, old-fashioned, conservative, controlled. To get a job you must show your "straffe attest," even in the most shitty places, who the fuck wants to work there, let alone criminals, they're out commiting crimes, give it a rest!
But hey, we'll screw you over, not clipping our "klippekort," no more than once a day, we travelled from Orestad to Amager, Frederiksberg on Monday, unhappiest day of the year, utter dismay. Fuck you, we're leaving, I'm going today! (Actually, we're probably leaving tomorrow.)
Guest Room-Porn - best served in a trash can.
/Isabella
