The first awake memory of mine today was getting a text message: A house was being squatted right around the corner from where I live! So I grabbed my new camera and went there to see for myself.
The reason for me sleeping my day away was that a friend of mine had DJ'd in Ungdomshuset last night. In the course of enjoying that, I also enjoyed quite a few Thy Humle - one of my favourite beers which they sell rather cheap there. But kind of funny I was practically walking from one squat to another.
On my way to Dortheavej to find the squat I get another message: Police have fired a tear gas grenade. Hmmm... I hurried to make it. No smell of tear gas though. Just a bunch of punks in the street, a line of cops blocking the entrance to the yard in front of a not-too-fancy looking house with banners hanging out the windows and of course a lot of journalists and photographers.
The first thing that happens is I meet two old friends and get invited to a party. I must have been living in a parallel world while studying at the university. Real life is nice.
Anyway, there's not that much to tell. After a while the police left and people clapped their hands. From everywhere all kinds of folks rushed in. A fire was lit to hang out around and beers were brought in. Someone turned up Motorhead from a ghettoblaster.
Right before I left to get home and eat and cure my hang over, someone came over with a huge speaker. Probably a PA. Quite likely they will do some kind of party later on. I may or may not drop by again.
But my new camera is the first camera I had for years. Because of the twilight and my dislike for use of flash, I set it to ISO. The resulting images are a bit grainy. Looks like I have to read the manual for the thing...



