White African

Time passes it is something, it has to do. We believe the movement of time is an important part of life one day is like the other without meaning in a broader perspective more time, more life. We are thiny particles it means more than we imagine outside, warm and cold it is our decision. I prefere life. (Beginnings p.16)

I am not you you are definitely not me we are the intercourse between life and death

I have a habit of travelling in and out of Europe - as I now call the place, where I am supposed to come from. It never was possible for me to accept the idea that I belonged to a specific place. As long as I can remember I have felt out of place. To go outside Europe gave me comfort - but it didn't give me any sense of belonging. I was given the possibility of seeing something else. Thereby I was able to tell different stories about myself. In New England I was sliding along the walls as a young and scared teenage boy. I could not find any space that I regarded as mine. Most of the time during a full year I walked silent as an invisible ghost. I could have returned to Denmark, but it didn't appear as an option. Was I colonised by a broader purpose? Eventually I returned to Denmark, where I finished high-school, as I was expected to do. Again I felt out of place, but in more profound manner. After high-school I decided to travel to Mexico. I was alone - it was a pleasure for me...

If I wanted to be religious, spiritual or believe in destiny ... these past weeks in Kenya, Tanzania and Uganda have given me several opportunities. The first days in Nairobi just before Christmas I met two friends coincidentally - I had lost contact with both of them, though we all are in each others Facebook-archives. In Kampala Charles pulls by me in Kabalagala - I had actually thought I had lost him, because his phone was off when I was in Kampala in April. He was one of my first friends in Uganda, Ugandan friends - I mean. We used to meet in the evenings in Kabalagala together with other friends: Joseph, Richard (before he died), Francis ... Charles always told one incredible story after another. They were all definitely on the borderline of we in Europe regard as the truth - but here where storytelling is the core of communication the truth does not make a lot of sense. The very evening that I return to Nairobi I meet Jack – by coincident in a City of 4 mill. people in Nakumatt L...

I have been caught in a crime I thought I was protected against. It might not seem severe, but it is contradictory to my basic principals: 1) Give anybody the benefit of doubt 2) Do not think of yourself as above others I treated her as a prostitute and not even a prostitute should be treated like this. Just because I walk into a bar, where I am usually attacked by suspicious women. I also know that here are all kind of decent women just having fun with their friends. It is the silent corruption of a white man in Africa - or a rich man anywhere. I have slided back on that path, where you think, you can do, what you want and place yourself as superior. I will have to pull myself back, as I did before, and ask her for forgiveness. It is ironic that I am far and for most known by the song "Mumusonyiwe" - please forgive him, which tells about a white man, who does serious mistakes and still is forgiven, as I properly have been and will be in the future.

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!