Okay, so the mega street party Distortion is not my thing. I don't do crowds. They litter like there is no tomorrow and pee everywhere. But hey, it is only one day (in each neighborhood), and this time around it came with improvements. The police were amazing, with cool and at times nannyesque real-time updates on Twitter (as in: don't walk home alone, remember to hydrate), dressed in special vests, making it look more like a party and less like a crime scene. So clever. And this time the city was in charge of cleaning it up, you could pretty much eat off the sidewalks the next morning. What a difference from last year.
Copenhagen in a party dress.
It is so strange how I can be in the middle of a crowded block party, and still come home with pictures looking like I was the only one there. Which is pretty much the way I feel.
Since new years eve, my friends on the bridge have not been tagged once. Copenhageners are so cool. But Distortion brings a lot of outsiders, who may not understand how precious the statue is to us, so just to be on the safe side, I wrapped them up again.
When I went to remove it today, it was already gone. Maybe the city's super cleaners beat me to it? The most important thing is that they survived unharmed. That is really all I care about.
Mid wrapping I spotted a man taking pictures of something on the other side of the bridge. Clearly I missed something there. I went over to investigate, and found this little guy:
The man took a couple of snapshots and kindly allowed me a few too, before he carefully tucked him back in his pocket. What was that about? You know I had to ask. "This is my son", he said. "I travel the world, and spend a lot of time away from home, and my son has found this way of always being with me." "Whenever I come to a new city, I take a picture of him there, and send it to him."
This is Beckett.
If he sees this, I hope it makes him happy. I know it works for me.