Superman and Batman

Superman and Batman decided to meet. They agree on meeting at Christanshaven at the metro exit. Superman is the first to arrive. He left home in time but the buss went all smooth and on time so he got at the meeting place 15 minutes earlier. Batman was late 5 minutes or so. This was due to work (bad guys roaming free on the streets, Batsign lit, you know the story…). The pass code was ‘Canada’. However they haven’t used it. This word was selected ‘cause Batman thought that Superman is coming from there.

After a short introduction of the two heroes they go to a caffee in the area. It was Superman’s idea. The place is a trendy, retroish bodega type place, with bored waiters but young and with good vibes. Music there is cool. The furniture (most likely collected at a Sunday market) looks comfortable and un-judgmental.

They stood outside. It’s a hot day in Christianshaven and sun is still lingering on the table they choose. The selection of the table was by the desire of Batman and with the power of Superman. Batman said: “go out and pick that table I’ll buy the drinks!”. It sounds imperative, but Superman didn’t object. In a way Batman was right, though, himself, would have liked to stay inside and not in the sun.
After a couple of beers, a coffee, a portion of soupy_rice_curry, and an interesting but not so cool discussion they moved on. Then they decide to go along the water front (it was Batman’s turn to decide where) towards Holmen. They discussed Architecture, Holland, transportation in KBH and some more. While Superman was showing an very critic view of things, however understandable considering his out casted situation, Batman was challenging him using his experience from the other place where he was living.

Then they turn, and head to Christiania. They entered in the land of pushers and fairy tales in the same time from one of its’ ends towards Holmen. This time it was Superman decision to take that way. They took the shadowy paths along the old fortifications, among trees and weird houses or places, they even found a tent on the way…. For a while they discussed about military service and some funny things about it. Discussion seem to miss a personal touch, when after a while, Superman fallowing Batman had a glimpse of what was missing. He did not get into details, but he did challenged Batman to guess what he was thinking. Cautiously, Batman refrains from doing so.

They finally reach the bridge crossing the water to the other side of Christiania. They agree taking the right side and continue their road to the MoonsFisher direction. Though Batman was complaining he was thirsty, Superman decided to go together over the fortifications and not on the streets. He personally finds that place much more interesting than boring streets. With a bit of complain Batman decide to follow. He looked a bit distressed, in fact, he might have not expected someone to take the lead.

After passing several groups of tripping youths, they arrive at the big swamp of people. They buy some bear, find a bench and discuss some more. They start to discuss the personal stuff. It appears that Batman has a soft spot for dorkish, home-boy type of person. However he admits he is very busy at work, he travels a lot and he is not into looking smth. serious for the moment.

Superman on the other hand feels a bit disappointed. Batman seemed perfekt so far. Even with his stubborn commanding attitude. It was in fact the first person that he had met that wanted things in other way than he wanted. He starts to admit that he is pretty a-social. He doesn’t like going out, and stays mostly home. Maybe he was a bit blaming himself about this, but that was the way it was in the end and he liked to say the truth.

All of a sudden a flying lampion appeared on the night sky. Superman never saw that before.. he realized how they worked (the hot air was propelling them up in the sky), but he couldn’t understand why they don’t burn cause they looked so fragile…
After a couple of more beers, they decided to move on. Batman had to sleep for the next day fighting with the bad guys. They split at the metro station, the same one where they met.

On the way Superman was thinking what went bad. He decide to write a message and home he write another one. Later on the replay puzzled him more. Batman went to get drunk in some place, after of friend of him ‘talked him into’. He is doubting, maybe he was hasty to judge... but still.

He hopes that there will be another remake.

Assignment #70

Assignment #70
Say goodbye.


REPORTS:
Sometimes it's hard to say goodbye. It just feels easier to keep holding on. But in the long run it's usually a good idea to let go, it's the daring thing to do. It allows room for new things, for transformation. And maybe the goodbye isn't even forever, but you can't know until you really say goodbye and mean it. In some cases, goodbye is really the end, and good riddance! For this assignment, say goodbye to all the things you need to let go of: bad habits, dead people, alive people, ex-boyfriends and girlfriends, self-destructive feelings and behaviors, jobs, projects, re-occuring thoughts, etc.

Write it as a simple list:

Goodbye Bill.

Goodbye wetting the bed.

Good bye interrupting people when they are talking.

etc.

It can be as long or as short as you like. And, most importantly, take a moment with each one to really say goodbye. This isn't a catalogue of your fears and faults, this is a ceremony to bid them farewell.Please don't send us HELLOS, only goodbyes.

(http://www.learningtoloveyoumore.com/reports/70/70.php)


Good bye low self esteem.

Good bye quilt feelings.

Good bye Copenhagen.

Days in København.

The magazines I receive by post I’m usually storing them in the bathroom, in front of the toilet. Unfortunately most of them are no better than images and pictures bearers for me ‘cause I can’t read Danish. The other magazines that I store in front of my toilet are older Newsweek magazines that I am borrowing from the kitchen area. Though I am not so found of political or economic news in general, these magazines are my only way of knowing what is happening outside. In rest is only Danish…

Most of the times these poor magazines are getting completely soaked when I am taking a shower. The Danish tradition ‘forbids’ having a shower cabin or at least some water collecting thing at the base where the shower is pouring. So, literally, the whole bathroom is a shower… I am saying ‘forbids’ because so far I have never seen in any of the houses I had been a proper shower, though, again a very curious thing, I’ve only met showers and nothing else.
I am in holiday now. My last examination, which was completely uninteresting and unchallenging, was Thursday last week. The examination consisted in 95% my work which was putted in a power point by my team mates. The professors looked awfully bored with students, their works and life in general. I think that they expected a jokers’ show in order to pull them out of their obvious uninterested moods and not some technical drawings that I worked my ass off for some single family house in Utterslev Moose.

I am now lying in bed, in my 3 by 3 meters room. My own ‘monk cell’ as they are called unofficially on the KIKK site when I had applied for accommodation here. Tomorrow I have to wake up at 530 in order to do my j_o_b. Later on I have a job interview, which, by the way, the second one I have in half a year since I had arrived here!!!!!! Although I am tired of sending mails with applications or even handing in my CV myself to restaurants and bars and pubs… I think I had applied for around 100 positions so far with 99% failure rate. They don’t even bother to write you if you are not accepted or not. Before anything you have to wait…. If you want to date someone usually you have to wait until next month or so. If you want to go to doctor – the same, if want to buy some drugs (pharmacy ones) same… And everybody prefers to smile instead of telling that they hate you…. You know when at the pharmacy or at the supermarket they smile and they talk to you in English like a piece of scum, which is the purest way of saying: ‘What the fuck you’re doing here?!?!!! Go back to your fucking country!’

I think now I realize that there is actually something else than study and a life, that keeps me here. I can’t put it in words yet, however I have a feeling of what it might be.