On the weekend I managed to get a glimpse of the highest hill in Denmark. Unfortunately, it had been overrun by a vicious herd of militant llamas. Such is life.

 

On Sunday the Copenhagen University organized a trip to the Louisiana Museum of Contemporary Art, located some 50 kilometers north of Copenhagen, for all students attending the Danish culture course. The course itself is rarely engaging and seems to have been put together so that the Erasmus students would at the very least get 7.5 points during their stay here, lest drinking forbade them from gaining more.

 

Normally it’s hard for me to get excited about field trips on early Sunday mornings but our arrival at the museum complex at a picturesque beach, shrouded in a thick mist set the tone for the rest of the excursion. After having sat through a surprisingly not-boring introductory speech they turned us loose on the place and we were free to roam around the many rooms and snaking tunnels and hallways of the place. We were warned beforehand of the possibility of getting lost and sure enough it wasn’t long before I became disorientated whilst the setting rapidly alternated between subterranean galleries and snaking glass corridors guiding visitors through the wilderness surrounding the complex. Think Black Mesa, but with less aliens.

 

 

What's behind the corner? Aliens? Nah, just more art.

 

 

 

Points of interests were many, but I will try to limit myself to just a few. The most interesting exhibition was by this girl whose boyfriend had apparently sent her a soft-worded yet slightly devious letter announcing their break up. The girl, unafraid of coming off as a complete psycho, took the letter and sent it out to around seventy women in different areas of life, asked them for their interpretation of it and put the end result on display at the biggest hall in the museum for everybody in Denmark to see. If that sounds a bit insane then that’s because it is.

 

Nevertheless, it was actually interesting to see how lawyers, psychologists, detectives, dancers and singers all worked differently with the text, resulting in a rich autopsy of a single A4 piece of paper.

 

Another thing that captured the imaginations of many was the short film “Flooded McDonald’s”, a seventeen minute clip of a fast food restaurant, completely deserted and apparently abandoned in a hurry, slowly taken over by rising water levels displaying the kind of relentless determination that only nature can. The deafening background drone of a restaurant spending it’s last minutes in the city’s power grid was gradually replaced by the thundering noise of a steady flux of murky water.

 

But perhaps the most interesting piece was the complex itself. I found that the large patio right before the drop down to the rocky beach and the solitary boathouse, offered the best vista I’ve experienced yet here. It was a shame we only had three hours to spare for a place that deserved much more.

 

 

 

The field trip put a nice finishing touch to a weekend filled with, well, celebrations. Ever since I moved into my new place in Norrebro, I have been busy with discovering the neighbourhood (if you can call becoming a regular in one pub “discovering”). The communal room of the apartment has also seen extensive action, not least because of me finally picking up the courage to once again turn to the good old trusty Vana Tallinn. The latter may also have been responsible for my first hangover in Copenhagen.

 

 

Eh, thanks?

 

I’ve also discovered an interesting, if somewhat sad pastime. On Tuesday, after a botched visit to the Kfax cheap food night, we spent the evening eating fake burgers and drinking beer at the canal, shouting “shoot shoot the runner!” at joggers passing by. I mean, this is what students do, right? Right?

 

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