COMRAD COPENHAGEN

After a week in Copenhagen I'm starting to show signs and traces from alcoholism, cigarettes and other bad habits. Sorry Jef, I promiss it's only a fase. But I'm back, and I'm with friends, all though I haven't hunted down all of them yet. These last few days I've been wandering thru this little scandinavian city, and it is striking how fast the paste is. Everbody is in a hurry, either looking down in the pavemnt or talking in overpriced cellphones. Another thing I've forgotten about the Danes, is how they dress. Every single one of them look like a million bucks. The girls are also in a whole other league, all thoug they look kind of similar. Anyway. i'm sitting in my old school, surrounded with fresh students. Nervous faces, voices. That was me two years ago. Wierd. Tonight is my good friend Alexandra's birthday party. If I don't make it, tell my wife hello.