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Today was laundry day. We headed off to the “vascomat”. Clothes are a three step process. Washing, spinning, and drying. Three different machines. I can see how frustrating it would be to try and figure out the buttons and knobs not understanding the language.
After that, I basically slept all afternoon. It was cool and cloudy today, so we just chilled out, and then went to Sean’s gig tonight. Tomorrow we are off to Ireland.
I had an interesting run in, with what I’m assuming was a Dane. He was an asshole.
Classic AMERICAN cars had been roaming the streets all day, and when we arrived at the gig in the main center, all the cars were on display. I got pictures of a few. As I walked across the street, I took four quick shots of the whole area where all the cars were parked. This is a public area, with lots of people wandering around. After I snapped my shots. This mid forty’s man walked up to me and started babbling in what I’m assuming was Danish. I told him I didn’t understand. So he repeated himself in Danish. I again told him that I was sorry, but I didn’t understand what he was saying. Then in very clear English he says to me, “If you take one more picture of me, I’m going to take your fucking camera away from you. You’re not allowed to do that.”
Obviously I was stunned. As I didn’t know who this guy was, number 1, and number 2, I certainly wasn’t taking pictures of him specifically, and until he walked up to me, hadn’t noticed him.
I looked at him squarely and said, “Um, I don’t believe you’re in these shots.” I wanted to say a couple more things, like “I’d like to see you try and take my camera.” Or, “f**k you.” But I refrained. Since I am in another country, and really didn’t want to end up in a fist fight with some jerkoff who was probably drunk anyway, and I would never see again.
Needless to say, this really put a damper on my night. It shook me up and really upset me. Who was he? The fricking Britney Spears of Copenhagen? Certainly didn’t seem like it. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if he’d tried to take my camera. Since I really hadn’t done anything to invade his privacy, and hadn’t done anything malicious to him, I probably would’ve kicked him in the nads for my camera. You don’t randomly destroy people’s property.
Headed to Ireland tomorrow. About to leave the gig now. I’m going to take a picture of the destruction that the drunk Danes leave behind.
Hopefully I’ll get to keep my camera! 
Cheers!
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