{"id":1288,"date":"2014-11-12T06:57:00","date_gmt":"2014-11-12T05:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/?page_id=1288"},"modified":"2014-11-12T07:15:00","modified_gmt":"2014-11-12T06:15:00","slug":"week-45-denmark","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/?page_id=1288","title":{"rendered":"Week 45: Denmark"},"content":{"rendered":"

The main event last week was my annual trip to Denmark. I always go there on certain significant dates, such as early November–my father died on November 1, 2004. Of course, the trip is not just about visiting graves. This year, my best friend Lars (who lives in Aarhus, 3 hours from Copenhagen) and I celebrated our birthdays together–I turned 54 on November 1, and he turned 55 on November 4. So we planned a long bicycle ride on Friday, followed by a small party in the evening. I also visited my friend Beata in Copenhagen. Lots of stuff packed into 3 1\/2 days, so lots of pictures in this week’s blog as well.<\/p>\n

45_1<\/strong>
\nBut first a picture from the beginning of the week, taken during my bike ride in the hills above Alicante. I pass this spot almost every day, but this morning the light was particularly pretty:
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45_2<\/strong>
\nThis week, autumn finally arrived in Alicante, in the form a rainy day. I tried to make the best of it during my drive to work:
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45_3<\/strong>
\n…and at the office:
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On Thursday morning I flew to Copenhagen, and the rest of this week’s blog consists of pictures from Denmark.<\/p>\n

45_4<\/strong>
\nAfter arriving at Copenhagen airport, I took the local train to the cemetery where my parents are buried. On the way, I photographed a fellow passenger:
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45_5<\/strong>
\nThings looked fine at Vestre Kirkeg\u00c3\u00a5rd where my mother’s grave is:
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45_6<\/strong>
\nAnd at the neighbouring Jewish cemetery where my father rests:
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45_7<\/strong>
\nAfter visiting my father’s grave, I took my time walking towards the main gate of the cemetery, as I usually do:
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45_8<\/strong>
\nThe memorial to Polish Jews murdered during the Holocaust, donated by the immigrants some time during the 1980s. My father used to give a speech here every year, on the anniversary of the Warsaw ghetto uprising:
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45_9<\/strong>
\n“Never Again”:
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45_11<\/strong>
\nAfterwards, I took the bus back to the city centre and met with my childhood friend Beata. We went for a long walk, talking and having fun:
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45_12<\/strong>
\nAs always when in Copenhagen, I noticed things I had never noticed before, even though they were in familiar places:
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45_13<\/strong>
\nSeagull hierarchy:
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45_14<\/strong>
\nWe ended up in N\u00c3\u00b8rrebro, a formerly working class neighbourhood, today populated by immigrants, artists, hipsters and assorted other types:
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45_15<\/strong>
\nN\u00c3\u00b8rrebro backyard:
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45_16<\/strong>
\nTwo types of housing:
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45_17<\/strong>
\nAfter walking around for a while and visiting an Afghani fruit and veg grocer, we went to a caf\u00c3\u00a9 on Bl\u00c3\u00a5g\u00c3\u00a5rds Plads to warm up with a cappuccino:
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45_18<\/strong>
\nAfterwards, I said goodbye to Beata who had some errands to run, and walked around in the centre of Copenhagen. As is evident from this image, the new Disney store on the main pedestrian street is quite popular:
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45_19<\/strong>
\nEmerging from a commuter train station, I saw this elderly couple helping each other up the stairs. I was touched by this sight:
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45_20<\/strong>
\nAt 4 p.m., I took the train to my hometown Aarhus, arriving there 3 hours later. Lars met me at the station, and we walked to his apartment, where he had his delicious homemade pizza ready for the oven:
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45_21<\/strong>
\nEarly Friday morning, Lars and I walked to a nearby bakery to buy some rolls for breakfast. No supermarket plastic bread here:
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45_22<\/strong>
\nLater that morning, we left on a 105 km bike ride. We cycled a route that we have covered several times in the past. The weather was cold, windy but dry:
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45_23<\/strong>
\n105 km and 4 hours later, we are back at Lars’s place:
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45_24<\/strong>
\nAfter showering and having a cup of tea, we walked to the AROS art museum to see an exhibition. I never get tired of looking at the architecture of that magnificent place:
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45_25<\/strong>
\nThere is always something new to look at:
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45_26<\/strong>
\nOr something familiar, such as the Rainbow Panorama on the roof:
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45_27<\/strong>
\nLooking at our city in weird colours:
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The exhibition we wanted to see was a series of about 200 paintings by Danish artist Michael Kvium<\/a>. The series is called Fools and is designed to depict the human condition through a series of grotesque faces. <\/p>\n

45_28<\/strong>
\nPenis man:
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45_29<\/strong>
\nSpanish (?) man:
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45_30<\/strong>
\nTit head:
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45_31<\/strong>
\nMickey:
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45_32<\/strong>
\nSelf-portrait:
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45_33<\/strong>
\nAt the end of the exhibition, there are tables with props, encouraging the visitors to recreate the paintings. So we did:
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45_34<\/strong>
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45_35<\/strong>
\nWe left AROS around 4:30 p.m. The sun was already setting; the days are short in Denmark this time of year:
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45_36<\/strong>
\nThat evening, most of Lars’s family came to celebrate his (and mine) birthday–his sister and brother with their respective spouses, his two daughters Klara and Marie, Marie’s husband Jonas, and most importantly, their 16-month old son Lauge, Lars’s first grandchild. It is a sobering thought that my best friend and classmate from high school is now a grandfather:
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45_37<\/strong>
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45_38<\/strong>
\nMarie and Klara, with Lauge exploring:
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Saturday morning I took the train back to Copenhagen to spend a day with Beata and some other friends before flying home on Sunday.<\/p>\n

45_39<\/strong>
\nNear Beata’s home, a very amusing car advertising a local gym. For those who do not read Danish, “D\u00c3\u00b8d over mormorarme” can be loosely translated as “death to cellullite”:
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45_40<\/strong>
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45_41<\/strong>
\nSaturday afternoon Beata and I went for a long walk in her neighbourhood, \u00c3\u02dcsterbro. Among other places, we stopped at Holmens Kirkeg\u00c3\u00a5rd, Copenhagen’s oldest cemetery still in use, having been opened in 1666. This stone simply says “grandmother” without any identifying information. I guess those who need to know, know:
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45_42<\/strong>
\nThe cemetery was originally meant for seamen, and even though it is not a military cemetery per se, it has a traditional connection to the Danish Navy. At the centre of the cemetery is this monument to one of the most traumatic episodes in Danish military history, the Battle of Copenhagen<\/a> in 1801, when a British fleet under Nelson’s command defeated a Danish-Norwegian fleet, part of the Napoleonic wars:
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45_43<\/strong>
\nLike me, Beata was born in Poland and came to Denmark as a child, in her case in 1969. Her family was part of the beginning of a large-scale migration of Polish Jews to Denmark in the late 1960s and early 1970s (we were on the tail end, in 1972). On Saturday night, a gala dinner was held in a hotel in downtown Copenhagen. Since I did not grow up in Copenhagen, I did not know any of the people attending except Beata and her sister, so I did not go. Beata, who does not go out often, was trying out various outfits and shoes before the dinner:
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45_44<\/strong>
\nInstead, I went to have dinner with some friends. Late at night, I walked back to Beata’s place along the lakes that stretch from the centre of Copenhagen to \u00c3\u02dcsterbro:
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45_45<\/strong>
\nOn Sunday morning, I went for one last brief walk in the neighbourhood, going to a local bakery for some pastries to take home to Spain. As I often do, I focused on little details of this lovely, residential part of town:
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45_46<\/strong>
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45_47<\/strong>
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45_48<\/strong>
\nFinally, I am at Copenhagen airport, waiting to board my flight to Alicante. This is the last picture I took in Denmark this time around. The airport is a great showcase for Danish design, although in this particular shop there was a lot of looking but very little shopping:
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