Thursday, 12 October 2017

Havets indsigt

Når jeg går langs kysten er det en formildende omstændighed, og der er altid grund til at tænke en tanke. Gennem de tågende vinduer ved Det Indiske Ocean føler jeg mig fri.



Det jeg ellers ville være bange for at miste, har ingen betydning. Selvom alt omkring mig summer af tvangsmekanismer. Kun en time tidligere købte jeg en omformer på Oxford Street, fordi stikkontakterne her har tre ben, og tre ben af en anden tykkelse, end nogen andre steder jeg har opholdt mig tidligere. 



Det sted, jeg sidder med mit glas øl, er ikke, hvad jeg foretrækker. Jeg er beskyttet indeni et par gigantiske par solbriller, som dæmper min opfattelse af havets styrke. Omkring mig sidder andre, som virker mindre interesserede i havets dybere indsigt. Måske forsøger jeg bare at forstørre min egen betydning.





Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Human Traffic IV

She is a hairdresser. Every morning she get up very early to go to work. It can easily take several hours from Omoja to Moi Avenue in town

The salon is on top of Kenya Cinema – in busiest Nairobi. Some evenings she is not home before ten because she is waiting for the worst jam to cool down.

Home in Omoja there are two boys. The youngest call her Mom, but they are not hers. They belong to her brother. He is not around. He went to Qatar for a job and the mother ran away with another man.

Qatar is such a ugly and terrifying word. As if something is eating you from the inside.

Catarrh is also a superficial inflammation on the skin. All the way back in 13th hundred Europe The Cathars was religious outcasts from The Catholic Church, expelled because they believed in reincarnation.

She expects him to send her money, but she has not heard from him since he left.

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Four years later her brother returns, not in a coffin like other men have done, but very sick, and she has to pay the hospital bill.

She is annoyed and angry, she wants to shout and beat him, but he is very weak, and when she see him in the hospital, shed decides to take care of him.

The family is together, and they never want to be separated again. Sometimes it can be an experience to go away, but be careful. The opportunities you see might not be your dreams. Being together is a protection from danger and trouble.

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Human Traffic III

I have been asked to do a joint performance together with an Ugandan dance group. They have given me a topic. This text and those who follow are different attempts to tackle the challenge. The performance wil be Thursday 23rd of March in Fusion Autospa in Munyonyo. 

I am sitting in a bar in Copenhagen. with my colleagues from Uganda. We are here for a conference. There is a group of guys next to us. They smile. We exchange phrases. We are comfortable in each others company, becasuse we resemble in color. One of them moves closer to me and ask me almost whispering as if he is telling me a secret: "How can I help you?" Help me? I am confused. He wants to help me! Do I look like I need help? I am almost about to ask him for a drink to respoind to his offer and be polite, but he does not look like someone buying driinks to a strangers. "Yes, how can I help you to stay here?" But I am not going to staying here. I am going back to Uganda tomorrow. He stares at me. "Do you really want to go back to that silly place?" Yes, I have a job - a wife - house and children in Kampala. His eyes are full of anger and doubtfully he shakes his head and walks away while shouting: "You are a stupid man". But I am not. I am a man making a living, taking care of my family, and right now I am in another country doing my job, so I can take care of my family. Just an ordinary guy doing what everyone else is doing.

Human Traffic II

I have been asked to do a joint performance together with an Ugandan dance group. They have given me a topic. This text and those who follow are different attempts to tackle the challenge. The performance wil be Thursday 23rd of March in Fusion Autospa in Munyonyo. 

I am on my way. The sun will shine. My shoulders are still warm. They say the nights will be cold, but I have my blanket to cover me when I am sleeping. I am tired and my dream is still waiting thousand of kilimoters, a distance I cannot comprehend. I feel exhaustion from travelling. I want to sleep, but I need to move on...

Human Traffic I

I have been asked to do a joint performance together with an Ugandan dance group. They have given me a topic. This text and those who follow are different attempts to tackle the challenge. The performance wil be Thursday 23rd of March in Fusion Autospa in Munyonyo. 

I want to go away. Far away. Away. My dream is to be happy. I connot be happy where I am right now. There is nothing here for me. It does not matter if I am poor or broke, the conclusion remain, I want to go away.