Monday, June 20, 2011
It's dawn in Copenhagen.
It's 5.45 AM, so it has actually been dawn for several hours, but I get up and walk around my hometown like a curious toddler.
I live most of the time on the American West coast, so the nine hour time difference should have done me in. But no, I have to get out and enjoy the silky morning light, the pale sun, the soft shadows on deserted cobblestone streets, the ghosts of Kierkegaard and falafel. I even enjoy watching hipsters crawling home after a night of heavy drinking.
Let's face it: there is nothing that beats the smell of vomit at 5.56 AM.
You can't beat all the construction, either. On weekdays it starts early: a symphony of drills and smashed concrete - you could call it Danish devastation at its finest. It's as if Copenhagen has been put in the dentist chair and told it won't get out for the next seven years.
You see, our brilliant politicians have decided that Copenhagen needs another Metro. Copenhagen doesn't, of course. It needs another Metro as much as Dominique Strauss-Kahn needs Viagra, but politicians always get elected when they talk about economical growth.
So now my lovely hometown looks like Pompeii. There are deep pits everywhere, the sound of mean machines have replaced bird song; whole squares seem to sink into the ground never to be heard from again. So Copenhagen is actually the opposite of Pompeii. History is destroyed to build a Metro we can't afford. In a city that has had excellent mass transportation for years.
Still, Copenhagen remains beautiful, self satisfied, quaint ... sometimes picture perfect, baroque, aloof, even ever so trendy with modern, rainy architecture, and boisterous blonds riding their bikes into oblivion.
Here are some pictures from my birthplace:
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Photos copyright by Peter H. Fogtdal, Danish Accent, http://fogtdal.blogspot.com