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Sun Feb24th 08, 15:00-18:30 2nd Urban Pilgrimage Copenhagen / guided tour with some text, performance, music, food, schnaps etc. start: Assistens Kirkegården (cemetery) entrance on Nørrebrogade, Copenhagen N. Bring bikes and good nerves. ->more


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If you could be the good fairy and had a wish free for Copenhagen or Christiania – what would you wish?
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andorrer: guess you are right.. stop lamnting (klatsch, klatsch). yesterday somebody told me I am only a viking if I continue winterbathing for at least 2 years!

Gerd Gerhard Loeffler: I believe you are one Vikings don't lament about their pain(s) ;)

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Am I now a Wiking?

Winterbathing on Sunday. People get together on a bridge, blow into a horn - some association with Neptune - and then jump into the water, naked. Ok. So I wanted to do it, too. While we undressed the others wanted to know who had told me about it, this seems to be really important in Christiania, like in a vilage. It was M. from the potatohouse and it turns out that people in Christiania often have names of their houses. Potato because the subject of the house is somehow touchy, like a hot potato. ☺ That is like in rural Bavaria and Austria where people used to or still sometimes today get the names of their houses no matter what their real name is. So finaly I stood naked in front of Scandinnavian salt water in December and shouted ‚Mama you kow I will always love you’. Then I became nervous and wanted to use the ladder but I slippe and hurt my foot. Then I jumped anyways. It was refreshing chilli, but doable. So am I now a Wiking?

09.12.2007, 15:20