RIP Bjarne Alsinger
3.3 1928 – 25.2 2006

After years of illness my fathers heart gave up Saturday and he passed away. Though very ill nothing had indicated the stroke, and no matter what circumstances death always seems to come at least a day too soon.
Born in 1928 and raised by a father who was a very strict priest – and whose father was a priest too, and one of the earliest danish missionarys in India, my dad in the late 40s, maybe fired up by the good spirited postwar times, came out as an enthutiastic jazz pianist, not very much to his fathers liking. He upheld his interest and orientation towards modern culture, and was to become a passionate jazz and art aficianado. Born 20 years too early to be a bonafide hippie, he nonetheless was an early cultural radical. In 1952 he finished his education as a journalist, and from there on concentrated on his job and family, but never lost his influential musicality.
I also personally remember him standing out in the middle class neighbourhood we lived in. He was the first to put a “NuclearPower – NoThanks” sticker on our red Lada 1500 and the only one to drive one, spoke out in the newspaper against local unjust and slumlords. Basicaly a man of the world in a minor reality, a tolerant guy.
In this moment of sorrow I definitely recognize my gen pool bright and clear, and find myself at ease.

However, when his firstborn son, my brother, was killed in a traffic accident in august 1985, my dad encountered years of severe depressions, which never really led him go. In 1992 he retired after a loyal 37 years at the same newspaper, and led a quiet but not passive life until this saturday.

Godspeed Father.