today,
I got up early, hadnt been able to sleep right, and somehow I find that early mornings awake, gives me as much rest as a nights sleep. My mailbox had received a hit from El Badkar, compadre superior from across the ocean, way beyonder in LA, Estados Unidos. Among other stuff, he wrote this stuff:

"Welcome homish, though the DK you describe isn't the DK I remember. Shit, it's been like almost 15 years since I lived there, but it seems as if my memories are of some distant HC Andersen fairytale land of ideals, progressive socialism, and liberal touchy feely philosophy... the place where bubble gum pop culture and modern design is the colorful gravy on socially realistic grey potatoes. Vesterbro was a place where the whore named Tivoli got a heroin needle in the neck. It was a place where the problems and outcasts weren't swept under the rug, but considered a by-product of a tolerance that valued Kierkegaard's solipsism above productivity. Now DK sounds like the dawd dammed paranoid upwardly mobile middle material class anxious American nightmare. Welcome to the machine. If you don't bend over on your own volition, they WILL strap you down, and it WILL hurt twice as bad."

That had to make me think. Carl got up, we had breakfast, and around 0730, I decided to take him for a walk at Assistens Churchyard. No need in pointing out how absolutely chilled the churchyard was, because it is in fact always....very calme. We wandered around for a good hour, and just before leaving I tumbled across two stones not far apart. One marked the grave of Finn Einar Madsen, "rebel", as it said on his tombstone, and the other marked that of Ebbe Kløvedal Reich. Allthough I am not truly updated on their full body of works and doings, they have both ment a great deal to the political and cultural agenda in Denmark over the last three decades, and I got kind of sad, not at least because I in my 2 year absence simply hadnt noticed them disapearring.
And sometimes I have wondered if the 60s ever ended.They so absolutely did for me todayere. Things change. But that is as simple as it is true: Things has changed. Things changes Denmark. Kris couldnt be more right.

so to honor their memory, a link
http://www.tidsskriftcentret.dk/index.php?id=427