I dont take Matilde I take Ovo my dear
I like my Rivella once a day
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I’m a Swiss girl in Denmark

See me walking down Strøget
A knapsack here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I’m a Swiss girl in Denmark

I’m an alien I’m a legal alien
I’m a Swiss girl in Denmark

Fasch zwei Monät nachdem di liebu Lit vam Dänischu Schtaat schich entschidu hent mir füf Jahr Asyl z gä, hanich hittu mini opholdskort (das isch so ungfähr wie bi iisch der B-Üswis) vercho – z’Judihui und Fallera! Wirkli lieb va dene. Nummu das hie di gälb Charta vaner Chrankukass ungfähr zäh mal wichtiger isch: Schis Chrankuversichrigsnummer brücht mu nämli hie fer ALLES, wirkli ALZ! Vaner Bibliothek uber d Schparchschüel bis zum Schtaat sälber geit immer alles uber das Nummer – warum dasch mer da uberhöipt en zweiti Charta mit emu Üslandernummer (das heisst wirkli so!) adrejunt, isch mer es Rätsl. Aber janu. Jetz bini uf alli Fäll wider es offiziels Nummer uf allä Äbnä. Hurra… oder eso. *zähne knirscht*

Gee – it’s been quite a while since my last English post… and it’s not even because nothing’s going on. Rather the opposite. I don’t know where to start. The master and I have decided to get up from our cozy chairs and move our backsides downtown more often. But before I just recite a list of what we did the last couple of weeks, I’d better just pick one event and say something more about it – Dans!
Dans! (yes, the exclamation mark IS important!) is Aarhus Theater‘s new production. It started as part of Aarhus Festuge earlier this month but will be played until the end of September. In the official Festuge program they used “Vi kan stadig danse sammen – vi har bare glemt, hvordan man gør, og hvor godt det føles.” as the headline and it’s pretty much to the point: We can still dance together – we’ve just forgotten how to do it and how it feels.
It’s a wordless recital of moments past, a trip through memories, starting with an old man who remembers dancing with he’s (probably) deceased wife, goes back to his youth days after WWII and takes the audience from there through decades of music and fashion and social historic steps in all the different directions time chose to take us until it finally ends where it started – with the old man dancing with his sweet heart… I dare to say that everyone sitting in the theater was most definitely reminded of how it felt to dance. Or was it just me whose feet were practising steps while sitting at my desk the next day?