Moving through the land in a slow lazy movment I start to notice different details of the country that have held me thight for over a year now. I’m surpprised to see us driving by so much heath in all its purple flower glory and dark green desert. It remaind me of the country that I’m traveling to, of my childhood spent in solitry play on the danish heath, letting it be the background for a whole world of my mind. I’v always defined my country by this old heath, the heath that my pesent ansters lived on 200 years ago. It’s almost like a blood memory, inheareted down through the generations to make us rezognise this landscape as our home to protect. But seeing it here feels like a old bridge between my two countrys, a bridge that I just haden’t noticed before but was there right before my eyes, I just had to turn the right corner.
Later I’m hypnotizes by the ”sky” skabe I see outside the airplaine window, I’v see it before, but it never sezes to amaze me. It always makes me feel like I just rediscovered a secret world that I knew in dreams but only now just dscovered in the waking world.
Much later the next day, still affected by the danish firewater we drank the night before, Im sitting in my moms garden enjoying a rare danish summer day contemplating past and present, and how it just seems to fit perfectly together.
Moms cottage is truly back and beyond, you see it across vast fields, and behind the house on an old hill is the village church, and with uncle living in the cottage next door, its become a suprime place for our family to gather when possible. You just can’t surpass the peace of the place. Its like my mother and uncle have erected an invisible wall around theire two cottages and inbetween them, build a magical garden, theire own special world that I get to visit when ever possible.
Now it’s the last night, sitting before I’ll retire completly, Im thinking of the feelings I’ll take with me, the memories and the family blessing I’m carrying with me across the water. I now truly belong to two contryes. One will always be the home that bore me and gave me myself and shaped my spirit, and the other is the country that adopted me and cought be when I needed it the most but expected it the least.
