White African

I am not you You are not me We are us in the fragility of life.

How many chances do you get to save another human beings life? Deep protected in the shadow of the welfare state it is something you never have to think about, but outside - it is a dead serious fact of everyday life. There you will only get one chance, and if you do not act immediately, it will already be too late. Do not hesitate!

I dreamed of Africa. Everything was taken from me now I walk empty handed. My kid is sick and my friend is dying a wife has left. My responsibility. Today he called to tell me he had been tested HIV positive. Never believe in miracles.

I could be anywhere, but it is only the language, that is bothering me. I have crossed the line, I feel abroad, though I am just in another neighbourhood next to my home. I could be in Germany, but I am not. I am wondering, why she couldn't be Danish - she looks so Swedish. There is a way she has her hair. It is very light. But is it not the colour of her skin, that does the difference. It is something else. She is Swedish - she is shy in a way, that a Danish woman cannot be.

Imagine if you could meet your previous wife, as if you never met her, and that you both had the experiences you have now!