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Divine carrot and lentil soup

Today at work I surpassed my very own cooking skills. Speaking without false modesty, I made a soup that was simply divine (I ate three plates of it). The nice part is that it was totally random: I just used the wonderful organic vegetables delivered by my boss. Lots of stuff comes from the last harvest on his farm, back in October. Actually, the soup itself is not so special. It's the way it is served, that is. Here is the recipe for 4 people:

  • a piece of ginger as big as one of your fingers
  • half a celery root
  • about 6 medium-size carrots
  • 200 gr red lentils
  • spinach
  • the shredded peel of 1 organic orange and/or lemon
  • a bunch of parsley
  • olive oil
  • salt

Preparation:Peel the ginger and cut it into tiny little cubes. Cut the celery root into slightly bigger cubes. Chop all the parsley and fry everything in olive oil on the bottom of your pot. You can also add extra spices at this point, like paprika or cumin (I didn't do it, because the soup is tasty enough at this point). This is the base of your soup, which is supposed to be both mildly spicy and aromatic.Julienne half of the carrots and make sure they don't get dark while waiting (I used the juice of half an orange to prevent the oxidation). Put them on one side. Put the rest of the carrots in the blender with enough water. Now, add only the blended carrots to the soup base, extra water, and the washed lentils. Stir well and bring to boil (be sure the lid is not on when it starts boiling, lentils make foam!). Add salt. Meanwhile, chop off the hard part of the spinach leaves and add them and the carrot staves to the boiling soup. Chop the rest of the spinach leaves and put them in a bowl. Grate the peel of the orange and/or the lemon and prepare it on a small plate/bowl.When the lentils have cooked and the soup has taken a nice intense-yellow colour, the soup is ready to be served. I put it in a deep plate first, put the fresh spinach in the middle, added a spoonful of olive oil and a pinch of lemon peel on top. Ready.You know, it's a real pity to cook the spinach when it's so fresh and organic as the one I had today in my kitchen - it loses like 80% of its weight and in soup it almost disappears! - that's why I served it fresh, and I used everything of them. But since it's winter, and it's Norway, and you need something to warm you up, fresh spinach leaves put to soften in a hot ginger soup is the best you can get.Same goes for the lemon. It's a pity to throw away the peel when you use organic lemons. And you can do so many things with it! In this case, it goes perfectly both with the taste of the ginger and the carrots, and it surprises the eater with its unusualness in soups.

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The world is teeming with purposes

Darkness wraps Berlin. The air is heavy, as if it were always going to rain, but it never does, and mild, as if autumn were too lazy to give way to a new winter.I got to Berlin, this time sitting lazy in cheap trains, but barely managing to get some sleep. Now Iceland is out of the map, so instead of London and Copenhagen, Berlin is now my new centre of the universe.I don't feel like writing much - actually I don't feel like doing much at all. I'm only passing by; meeting people after a long time, talking about love and mother earth, having a few cheap drinks in bars that look like they've survived atomic warfare. Everything goes, I will go, the coins in my pocket will go, and Berlin will stay. Next time there will be another Berlin, like each of the probably ten or fifteen times I've come here before.It's hard to become a nomad again. I don't feel out of place. I lack a purpose. I should grab one, the world is teeming with purposes. Just make sure it's really yours then and that you didn't just borrow it.I need to get rid of this autumn bed mood. To most people, beds are to sleep; to me, they're the place from where I see the world, a mental point of reference. In summer it's easier, because just anything can be a bed (when it's not raining). In the winter, I tend to be an advanced homestayer. Or a couch potato.One really positive thing of nomadic life is that because you have abandoned your bed, you sleep less. Of course it doesn't help if you spend the rest of the day in bed anyway, but still. You have a bit more time to think.

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A Nomad's Train of Thought

Here I am again. Being in Norway again after almost 3 years now is probably the weirdest thing that happened to me this year (I specify: I always reason in "schooyears", so september for me is the start of the year). It's a full load: Iceland, the Faroes and Denmark in the summer; then Iceland again, short visit to Sweden (if you can call Malmö Sweden of course...), and now Norway. Luckily, it's not Oslo again. I'm in the Hardangerfjord, somehow in that part of Norway that I mostly regret not having seen when I left the country in 2007.Even weirder than Japan. I mean, Japan was a total blast. I don't even have the mental strength to produce a post about it. Maybe I will, though, but not now. For now, may it suffice to say that Denise and I hitch-hiked from Nagasaki to Tokyo in 10 days (1300 km), soaking in hot springs for most of the time in between the rides we got. Unfortunately, Japan is not a good country for CouchSurfers, so we had to pay for accommodation sometimes. But still, we kept our budget as low as possible, around 1000 yen per day, accommodation excluded. We crashed for free most of the time, managed to surf 2 couches (in Niihama and Tokyo), went to a hostel 3 times (in Aso, Beppu and Matsuyama, each time around 1500 yen), "alternative" accommodation twice (in Kumamoto and Tenri, both times for 1000 yen), and two times crashed at manga cafes (1700 yen in Nagasaki and 800 in Tokyo). We also paid for a ferry 2 times, plus 2 times to and from the Goto islands. The balance? Japan is no good country for a) vegetarians, b) couch surfers, c) non-Japanese-speaking people. It is a great country for hitch-hikers and it is great to travel in the winter, when your limbs will benefit the most from soaking in hot springs.Briefly summed up, this is what I have seen in 18 days in Japan:Arita > Goto > Nagasaki > Shimabara > Kumamoto > Aso-san > Yufuin > Beppu > Matsuyama > Niihama > Osaka > Kyoto > Nara & Tenri > (Nagoya) > Tokyo.I had to put Nagoya within brackets because we were trying to get a ride there, when we actually got one to Tokyo instead. We didn't catch the night bus that we had booked from there, and got to Tokyo at 2 am. Denise crawled into the truck driver's sleeping den, and had to hide from the police (there was only one extra proper seat next to the driver's).After only 4 days since this was over, here I am in Norway again. I'm in an empty hostel with a job I just realized I no longer need (plus, my father just paid me all at once and unexpectedly all the translations I made for him since he started his business some years ago). I'll soon need to cater for 100 or even 150 school kids who only want French fries and who will hate you if you feed them anything else than that. And I have an M.A. thesis that I desperately need to finish before April. And too much to figure out for the future. If I am really going to get a teaching job in Italy next year, as it seems feasible right now, I might even go back to Iceland in July to do some more language study, and even back to Copenhagen in August to work with some Icelandic manuscripts. Now, as you can imagine my only goal would then be to stay away from books between April and July, or I go mad. Too bad this year's European Hitchhiking Festival is gonna take place in August (on the 6th), most probably in Finland (a bit out of the way, but still). If I come with the ferry from Iceland to Denmark, then I'll have to go to Finland and then back to Denmark again. Is that cheating if I take the ferry from Sweden or should I go all the way through Lapland?

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Illusions

It's time to leave. If you were wondering why I didn't take any exciting pictures during this month of travelling, is because I've been strongly advised to leave my camera home. And my cell phone, too, although I didn't do it. Everything you have with you can be used against you if you're arrested. Having certain numbers in your phone can cost dear to your friends, and to you, even if just your friends have numbers of people. Not people that have killed or beaten up someone. Just people who were involved in a group, in a movement. A group that even in a democratic regime apparently has no right to exist, or to gather its members in a public place and speak up their mind. People whose only crime is to refuse to sit down.I might be exaggerating a bit. Maybe I am. Or maybe it's those who since last Friday have arrested nearly 2000 people. I's stunning to see how the police think anarchists work. They think there is a leader of the anarchists. That if you arrest the spokesmen, the group is headless. Funny. Or tragic.I have no problem to say that I'm different. Going to the street and scream my rage, it's not me (although I was there, but silently marching). Joining the action to break in and take over the climate summit, that's not me either. Even supposing that might succeed, then what am I supposed to say to the people there? Please, dear prime ministers of the so-called developed countries, can you try to be a bit less capitalistic? Can you put aside your lobbies and corporate interests? And be, maybe just for one time, fair?I believe neither in democracy, nor in revolution. I have respect for those who do though. Democracy is a dream long dead. Those who say that anarchy is not realistic and as a proof try to demonstrate that there never was a real anarchist state (state?), should please name one republic or whatever that has really been or is truly democratic. And please, leave that ancient Greek bullshit - nice words sure, but as long as I know it was only in a few places, that would maybe count as a few thousand inhabitants, were women, foreigners and many slaves had no rights at all. Revoulution stinks of violence and guarantees no future. I want construction, not destruction. Anarchism for me means being free to construct something. In German it's called Bildung. I love this word: it contains the idea of educating (Ausbildung), of imagination (Einbildung), and of concrete realization, made of many, tiny bricks (bilden). I have reached the conclusion that those who really believe in democracy are more idealistic and unrealistic than those who, like me, rather believe in an inner revolution.The real problem is that some have arranged our lives in such a manner that the basic necessary requisites for this inner revolution to take place are missing since the very beginning. We are born, go to school, watch TV and maybe read a newspaper, go to work, and until we die we always listen to the same story, thinking we're really free to choose our own lives. We are only free to choose the life that someone has created for us, and that gets delivered through family, education, media. We are not forced, we are manipulated, which is different, because you can be forced to act in a certain way but you keep your own mind; if you're manipulated, you just act that way, thinking it's you who decides.Fascism is forcing others. I've seen it. I've seen it growing, on the streets. I've seen the police being given special powers, and taking over a whole advanced, 'democratic' country. Thousands of policemen constantly patrolling a relatively small city. Acting like wardens, the houses on the roadside the bars of your cell. Inside, you can mostly do what you want; but outside, there is always someone checking on you. And there are even more than you think. There are the noisy ones, going around playing with their sirens. They're not chasing someone, they're chasing everyone. They want to scare you and let you know who rules in this town. But there are also the silent ones, wearing kefiahs at the demonstrations and beating people up on the street and threatening them. Maybe I can also beat, handcuff and pepperspray someone on the street - people will think I'm an undercover policeman. Now they're used to seeing this.But there is also another fascism. Maybe that's not the right word for it, but I can't find another one. It's the violence of being manipulated since your arrival in this world. The violence of you telling your mum to buy you a toy you've seen on TV, to eat what you see on TV, learning useless or false things at school, of never having been taught how to improve the world around you, of you competing for better grades and that's it. Of getting a proper job, only to buy stuff you don't really need. Of having children that will do the same, if not worse. Of electing someone to govern you that doesn't care about you, or that acts according to the system. And all this, while the only one that bears the responsibility of what you do or think is but you. I am much more afraid and disgusted by this kind of violence, than by any other kind. Because while it's being perpetrated on me, I don't even realize it.I'm not saying that who doesn't realize it is stupid or even unlucky. Not at all. That's just the way it is. That's also what the human nature is about. You can read this, and go on with your life. I don't care. Eventually, happiness is nothing but a perception of happiness. In other words, an illusion is no illusion for who receives it, but only for who observes it. I have my own ones. All I ask is not being forced to live someone else's illusion, be it everybody else's.

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Q & A

Fuck, I missed the bus to Malmö tonight. Sure you can always take the train, but Säfflebussen is 40DKK, which is almost like a Falafel bought in Strøget. I'm back at Andy's place - although he's at a French-fries party with a Belgian girl whose main mission seems to be to remind the whole world that fries are Belgian not French. There were 100.000 people today at the 'Change the System - not the Climate' demonstration, and when we finally got to the Bella Center, I needed to go back to the centre, but I wasn't alone. Although the metro was running every 2 minutes, it took ages before I could get on a train, and when I did, it took half an hour to go pass 3 stations...So, this time your favourite blogger decided to make a Q&A's post - using some interesting material I found on The Guardian (by far the only newspaper I can think of reading). There was a recent article about the link between meat and diary consumption and environment, and lots of people felt like leaving interesting, sometimes really funny, comments. Tonight I feel like commenting on them. There you go.1. Have no fun, stay in your village, don't keep any warmer than required to survive, no lights on - your on a losing wicket here need to be a lot more creative in your approach.Easy one. Here you see how our idea of a) fun and b) quality of life are so extremely consumption-based. For many people there is no way back. Either endless consumption as the only means to achieve happiness - or leading a life like in a retirement home. It is also implied that you can't keep yourself warm (and healthy) without burning fossil fuels, which is wrong. Why are the few who can claim to be self-sufficient apparently happy? Maybe even happier then others?2. "SUBMIT SLAVE!!"We are to be made to live like peasants eating raw vegetables around a carbon neutral camp fire while the scammers fly around in Lear Jets."Have we saved the world yet, Master?""No, it's getting worse, maybe in another ten years when enough of you are dead".This is the class argument, one of my favourites. Unlike the previous one, it is not only about quality of life, but here there is a political problem being addressed: it's always only the poor working class that has to make sacrifices, this time even to save the planet. I think this pov is especially interesting because it clashes with the new high-class trend of being 'green'. Right now, who can really make choices that influence the market (e.g. buying organic, vegan, etc.) are mostly those who have the money for it. The working class has to go to the discount and eat pesticides (?). I think that as long as commercials instruct people about housekeeping, many will never learn how they can be at the same time satisfied, cheap, healthy and ethical. But that's a long story. The real challenge is making sustainability less of a luxury and make sure that it's accessible to everyone.3. The ruling class intend to return us all to a state of medieval serfdom - half-starved, diseased and freezing. Next some 'sustainability committee' will tell the government that our life expectancies are all far too long and something should be done about it to 'save the planet'.Can you see why the greens are far worse than the communists?Similar thing. Here we're even back in the Cold War. These people can't see that they are already slaves. Like everyone, you're slave of the system, as long as you go to the store and buy the usual stuff you see on tv, blabla. Thinking that eating more (local & organic) vegetables makes you starve is childish. I'm not sure when exactly the diseases joined the party, but keep on going to the store to buy industrial meat, and we'll talk about it in a few years. And again, there's nothing wrong about being many on this planet and living a long life (although I believe life expectancy hasn't really become so long as they want us to believe); it's like 4 people living in a room for one person, if they are all responsible and nice to each other, they're gonna survive, but as soon as someone starts using more space and resources, the equilibrium is broken. A bit like Big Brother.4. Note the emphasis on consumers changing their ways, not on producers or retailers.If supermarkets are selling unsustainable fish, why are they allowed to? If the vast majority of breakfast cereals could properly be re-classified as confectionary, why are they sold with using fake healthy imagery? Why is it tolerated to strip the seas in order to feed to farmed salmon?The whole food production system encourages over-production and waste, and the problem needs to be tackled at root, rather than leaving it up to individual conscience.People buy and large eat what's there. Want to save the Cod? Stop putting it on the shelves.Very interesting point. Very true, too. I don't trust people too much either. But I trust much less people who force things on other people, although for a good cause. If the problem are the supermarkets, for instance, you might find it hard to use the law to either change their policies, or even shut them down (especially if they are big chains/corporations). Let's face it, democracy doesn't work. Then you might just give your support to a dictator or some totalitarian regime, and you'll have it done faster (seems to be working). No thanks, I don't like that, I don't need more prohibitions. I need people to understand, think with their own brains without being manipulated, and decide by themselves whether going to the store or to the local market and/or starting growing something in their garden, balcony, indoors even. Can you see now why the greens are far worse than the communists?

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Free Copenhagen

Great evening yesterday night in Christiania! My friend Andrea just joined me here in Copenhagen and we both moved to a nice commune in Vanløse. People share everything here and they do it in a very effective and organized way. For example, there is a dinner list where who wants to eat dinner can sign up, or even crossing the box "save some for me". I borrowed a bike from my previous host, and Andrea found one here. So now although we live pretty far from the centre (8km), we don't have to spend money on transportation. We are basically living for free; I stopped spending money several days ago, and if everything goes on like this, I won't spend any, but for the occasional cup of coffee or beer, until the end of my stay. Now I want to involve the local CouchSurfing community in order to create a page called Free Copenhagen modelled on the one I wrote about Iceland last year, with all things you can do for free and how you can survive without money in Copenhagen. This is tourism for the next millennium.So yesterday we took our bikes and cycled for almost an hour to get to Christiania. People's Kitchen was supposed to start at 7, but at 6:45 everyone was still cutting vegetables. They told us the food was not gonna be ready until 8, so we asked if we could help. I thought it was hard to get in unless you knew someone, like everywhere in Christiania basically. But not here: we started cutting, slicing, mixing, and all that. People were getting really hungry and since we had a lot of bananas, we just made litres of banana smoothie and served it as an appetizer. We also had huge bags full of fresh bread (that had already been thrown out by the bakery, for some reason) and pizzas, that also went into appetizers. The menu was very basic, and it was exactly the same that we would have many times in Reykjavík: a stew, rice, salad and fruit salad. The stew was almost raw and too watery, so at the end people had to pour most of the water out, and eventually all the taste was gone. That was so typical! I guess next Thursday we'll try to take over the stew-making process, if there is nobody who can. Tonight food at the Candy Factory!

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Italy's Real Dangers

Today I opened the website of one of Berlusconi's newspapers, Il Giornale. Some days ago there was a huge demonstration in Rome for freedom of information, and I was curious to have a look at one of those papers I never read. Well, Berlusconi says that since he started doing politics, he never even picked up the phone to overlook his immense media empire... in fact everyone knows this is a lie, a lie as big as his mediatic figure. Il Giornale is own by his brother, and here is what I found.I found an article about a declaration given by the Ministry for Gender Equality Mara Carfagna, who said she will soon make a law to ban Burqa and Niqab - two popular Islamic shrouds that let not see anything of the wearer - in all schools of the country. I was shocked at this, especially at the thought that some people may think this is a issue at all in Italy these days. I mean, I lived there for over 20 years of my life, and on and off after that, and I have never seen a Burqa or anything like that. All my muslim friends from schools were even more Italians than I am. Both me and my brother had muslim classmates that would eat pork at the school's canteen, something that I am not doing anymore since years. I have barely seen "normal" shrouds around, and I think nobody of my age would ever think this is a problem.The only time I got shocked by a shroud is when I first left Italy for a long time in 2006, and in the hyperliberal and ultra-Americanized Norway I was suddenly surrounded by Somali women covered in a fashion I had only seen on picture before. As a matter of fact, most women who dress that way are from Eastern Africa, curiously, from the same countries that were colonized by Italy until WW2. For some reason, migrants from these countries are extremely rare in Italy, which is mainly the target of immigration from Northern Africa and Pakistan, and concentrate greatly in Scandinavia. For another irony of history, these people are all victims of a bloody war that has plagued the Ethiopian borders with Eritrea and Somalia, a border being the symbol of a hatred that fascist Italy fed and exploited. The problem is that now Italy is far away from these problems, and having mostly to do with large numbers of people from Western Africa and Arabs, has forgotten that it bears political responsibility in a corner of the African Continent that has been in a terrible war ever since the Italians left. Italian rule in East Africa was rude, but there was not only that. Like in numerous other colonial dominions in the Continent, places with high ethnic, cultural, religious diversity were ruled in such a way that the foreign ruler eventually became the only factor of stability in the region - and it goes without saying, colonial rule has its own means to keep "stability". For example, Italian rule created Eritrea in a region where at least a dozen different ethnic groups have historically been living together. Eritrean troops prooved to be very loyal, and were mass employed for invading the Ethiopian Empire, a soveraign state that according to international regulations, nobody had the right to invade (all other were somehow "for sale"). Much later, after the war, the UN, who had temporarily given Eritrea to the British, decided that it should no longer exist and Eritrea became an Ethiopian province. The story in Somalia is not much different: there, the Italians had promised the Somalis (who are a huge minority today in Ethiopia) to unite them again under a big Italian-ruled Somali province. This plan died with WW2 and there has always been great tension between the Ethiopian-Somali border, and political instability in Somalia.Being so blind against the manifestation of another culture, that is being absorbed into the Italian way of living anyway (and not without problems), means to ignore Italy's own history and responsibilities in the first place, and secondly, it means ignoring what is going on in other European countries that have managed immigrations in a different way. Plus, a refugee is not an immigrant; an immigrant should be someone that wants to expatriate, and the element of exploring a new culture and a new way of living is dominant. A refugee is someone that was forced to leave his country for safety reasons. How can our law be so irrespectful of this basic difference? I have seen more veils and burqas and niqabs in a few months without even going to Africa, than the average Italian will see in his life; and the difference is that he is afraid, and I'm not. I'm not afraid of diversity. I'm afraid of bigotry and ignorance. And of a country that has a totally distorted idea of his own traditions. Maybe I'm a romantic, but I am deeply convinced that going to an organic store (or directly to the market) and buy some local vegetables with a tissue bag is an immensely bigger sign of love for your own land than any campaign against veiled women.People say veils conceal stories of women repressed from their husbands and relegated to the outskirts of society, sometimes even sexually mutilated. Maybe. But are these people really isolating themselves, or are they afraid of us Westeners? I can understand them so well, if they are. I can understand why they set up their intercontinental TV-sets and prefer watching TV programmes from the other end of the world, where there are no stupid naked women who do nothing but smile, and men who treat them like shit, and all this sponsored by the government and tolerated by the Vatican in return of political influence. I understand all those people from faraway countries that think that Italy is a decaying country, which looks very little like a democracy, and still wants to teach other people how they should live. I admire all those who, by leading a simple life, managed to have a decent life where the victims of consumerism cannot.I have always respected other people's opinions, even when they are radically different from mine. I have always been a relativist, and thought that the way I think is given by the way my life turned out, and if something had gone even slightly different, I would think different today, maybe like one of those whom I politically despise. But if a certain number of issues is just left to our interpretation, one the other hand there are some issues where factors like ignorance come into play. We are ignorant because we are kept ignorant, and ignoring the signals that should allow us to change such hideous state of mind is a crime. And we are ignorant because we ignore the world around us, just like today's ruling class is ignoring foreign press which is describing Italy as Europe's last dictatorship, together with Belarus. The best argument that the government can produce is that "the government is an institution empowered by the people itself, and criticizing it means to object one of the basic democratic principles". The reason why nobody really takes this claim seriously, I believe, is not only because of the governmental control on nearly all media, but also because people are not completely ignorant. And they know, for example, that both Belarus and, take, Nazi Germany are/were democratically elected governments, while Italians always hid behind the excuse that Fascism took power by force, as if nobody had ever been fascist.

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Waiting for the summit

Today I read an article on the Times online about the so-called Climate Gate. It is about the scepticism of some scientists regarding global warming and related issues, and how there is barely any available data on the exact impact of human activities on raised temperatures. This all came up as a scandal, giving way to the question: "so they have been lying to us, saying that the earth was not unnaturally warming up!?". I think this is no surprise that things evolve like this, once the issue of global warming has become private properties of the mass media. I'm not talking about corporations controlling media, although they have a fair share in the scenario of global manipulation. I am talking about an issue that ceased long ago to be of scientific relevance, and was turned into a political problem. That is also why politicians are now managing it, when it should be rather scientists doing it, and also telling the public the hows and the whys.The next step was to involve economists and demographers. The first started quantify how much Co2 we were emitting and how much we should be emitting, the latter started blaming countries like India and China because of their big populations: it was now their fault, because many pollute much, especially if they are so medieval that they don't know how to work with renewable energies. Everybody suddenly forgot that China (not Denmark) is now the world's biggest manufacturer of wind power station, that millions of Chinese (not Danes) cycle to work every day, and that in general the average Chinese or Indian has a simpler and cheaper life than the average European or American, eats less meat and drives less cars, travels less by plane, and so on. Many Chinese families have a human manure converter in the garden that provides them with methane for cooking and heating water. And they are the only country in the world that is strongly doing something for keeping population growth under control. China pollutes quite much only because it is a big country with a lot of people that happen to abide within common borders. Any Westerner pollutes per capita much more, and if the situation in China and India is changing, that's only because of Western influence and a wrong idea of progress that the West has promoted for centuries.The problem is not Co2 or global warming. Personally, I believe it's irrelevant and in away, the discourse is serving multinational corporations too. Suddenly, big business becomes "green", and we sell and buy Co2 emissions quotas as if they were banknotes from a board game. The planet may or may not be heating up because of human activity. That is irrelevant, and it may not be the case. The Inuit settled Greenland after the end of the so-called Medieval Warm Period, because there was ice again on the sea and their hunting territory expanded considerably. As they came, one day they could be forced to leave or to modify their sustenance means in order to survive. Before the Inuit several other peoples settled Greenland, Scandinavians included. All of them failed to survive, but not immediately; they stayed there for hundreds of years. The Inuit came as late as the 16th century, just a few hundreds years ago. They could be facing the same problems soon.But this is not going to happen, and that is exactly the point. Their lives are already changed by contacts with the West. because they are no longer fishing for their own needs only, one day they could end up without any more fish in the sea, just like in the Mediterranean. Back in Europe, there is only jelly fish in the sea (70% of the fish eaten in Italy is imported from the Indian Ocean), the earth is so much exploited, that it is no more fertile. Under natural conditions, the soil increases its fertility naturally, year after year; because of monocultures, the land does not yield anything if it's not artificially fertilized, and the natural predators of the plant infesters have long become extinct because of the pesticides. In developed countries, we are eating so much meat that we destroy rainforests to grow soy for feeding to animals. And it's not something new, we started centuries ago with our forests back home. Biodiversity is seriously at risk in many parts of the world. But this is no news.Our planet is fucked up, and even without global warming. What we've done to it is the result of millennia of our civilization, the civilization of exploitation. It's not only about modernity, it's about us. Monocultures are not new. The pilgrim fathers in America saw the Indians planting corn with beans on the same field, and then go hunting and come back to harvest after several months without ever working the land or having to let it fallow; then, they started growing fields where only corn was growing. But the problem became serious only after the we have become so many. And after we opened the first supermarkets, of course. Still today, they are fucking our minds telling us that it's bad to drive your car. Driving a car is not *bad*, it's stupid, if you can take a train and avoid leaving 4 seats unoccupied. What is really bad, is what they don't tell us: that eating beef is far worse than driving your car, that our seas are empty, that nothing grows on this earth any longer without chemicals. Burning stuff for power is not too bad; it is bad when you burn it to power your Bill-Gates-owned computer that is on 24/7 on Facebook.We don't need any "carbon-footprint-theory" and carbon trading to understand this. What is "this"? That our civilization is the problem.

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Trafikken

...is the name of the commune where I'm staying in Frederiksberg. Lovely people. They welcomed me like one of them, fed me after I hadn't had almost anything to eat for 48h on the road, and spent the whole night playing board games. Every night there is a communal dinner, and tomorrow I'll be making some taboule.I cannot say hitching was unsuccessful yesterday, although I didn't make it all the way to Copenhagen. I set off from a little village between Hamburg and Kiel and already at 10 I was at the docks on the island of Fehmarn. The ferry leaves every 30min and costs 6€ for foot passengers. The Danes are going to build a bridge to make their beer-shopping trips easier, maybe hitching a bit harder, since everyone's car will be probably be loaded with booze. I had had nothing for breakfast and I was starving already from the day before, so I desperately needed to get some food before being forced to face the ferry's menu, which I didn't want to. So I turned around and spent more than an hour looking for a bakery in the village of Puttgarden. I had almost the impression of being somewhere in Iceland: nobody was around, the landscape was harsh and constantly swept by the wind, there were no shops whatsoever but 8km away. I regretted not having bought anything at the gas station that morning. It was not a big problem though because I used my legendary but a but miserable emergency food supplies (i.e. rye bread with tahini and vegan salami, plus some dates and a dehydrated royal gelly drink). But I thought people came to Germany to shop; I forgot though, that they come with their cars to shop, so they don't need shops at walking distance. And I was the only foot passenger.I got some small rides and got first badly stuck near Nykøbing; stood on the ramp, it was raining and I had bad luck. I waited almost an hour before a nice lady brought me to a roadhouse on the island of Farø, where I got stuck again. There were really few people there, people not quite friendly or going in other directions. While I waited for someone, it got dark, already between 4 and 4:30. My chances to get a ride to Copenhagen were shrinking. Eventually I asked a man that took me to Næstved, where I took the train for the remaining 80km. It wasn't a great deal, because by hitching I saved around 80kr compared to taking the train directly from the ferry. I met nice people though, but although I have to admit that it wasn't cold at all and at this time of the year it should freeze at night and it doesn't yet, it wasn't really pleasant. Or maybe it's just the disappointment of the train.I have to admit I had overestimated Denmark. I though it was a great country to hitch-hike but it probably isn't. The reason why I thought so is that people that pull over are very nice, and they happen to be solo female drivers as well, which is quite uncommon in most other places. But sometimes you have to wait quite long for meeting some of those. My problem is also that I usually have really bad luck with truckers. Either they just refuse to take hitchers on board, or they're impossible to find or to talk to, or I just don't get rides to service stations. Or maybe I just lack boobs (sad but true?). Yesterday there were two trucks at that rest place in Farø, but they were empty and the drivers were nowhere to be found... probably I should plan my trips with a good map of the service stations, pick the best ones and ask for rides hopping from one to another.Well, this is the balance of my trip from Italy to Copenhagen now (total 62€):- Bologna-Munich night train: 23€- Munich-Berlin with a shared group ticket: 8€- Berlin-Hamburg with car sharing: 13€- Ferry Puttgarden-Rødbyhavn: 6€- Train Næstved-Copenhagen: 12€If I don't hich-hike, I need a good reason not to. For example, eco-friendly solutions that are also reasonably priced. I figured out one for getting back to Germany that I could have thought about before: BerlinLinienBus from Copenhagen to Rostock for 26€, then Mitfahrgelegenheit (car pooling) from Rostock to Lübeck for 8€. Not bad. Unfortunately I had to book Ryanair to get back to Italy from Lübeck, but what can you do when trains are so hard to book? Why do I always get the price and all the details when I look for flights, but almost never for trains travelling between two different countries?

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Tomorrow Copenhagen

I'm here, and almost there. I chose not to fly, and the problems have not been few. I already didn't feel too well when I set off on the night train from Bologna to Munich. Then things went better, and meanwhile, I spent some time with awesome people, like Marieke and Evan from the time I was a European Volunteer, and Hugo and Marie, that I hosted in Reykjavík in September, and who now hosted me; I also took part at a creative writing workshop on climate issues, and I'm going to meet the same people in Malmö in 2 weeks. Yesterday I was planning to visit the Kombinat Gatschow, a rural commune in the middle of nowhere in Mecklemburg, near Demmin. Train ticket was too expensive: 30€ for just 200km, obviously with slow trains, two changes, and the last part of the journey would have been on a bus, because the rail didn't work. So I decided to try to hitch-hike at least as far as Neubrandenburg, and then go on by rail and bus. Unfortunately though, I didn't organize my trip too well, and the place where I was going was just in the middle of nowhere. I stood at the wrong spot, with basically no traffic in my direction, and I was feeling so tired that just after a few hours I came back to Berlin, where I soon decided to try another way. Since I didn't have an accommodation in Rostock, where I was planning to take the ferry to Gedser on Sjælland, I preferred paying a visit to my friend Stefan near Kiel. Today I got a ride to Hamburg and then later joined him in his village called Altengörs. Tomorrow I'm gonna hit the road again, hitch to the ferry place on the island of Fehmarn, probably get a lot of "nos" from Danish drivers whose cars are too full of beer from the shop or early Christmas presents to take extra passengers, embark on the ferry to Rødby, and then get ready for a 4-hours hitch to Copenhagen. I already have a couch in a nice commune in Frederiksberg. If it gets dark, the train from there is not too expensive.So, today's outcome resulted in a somewhat unexpected visit to the Hansa-city Hamburg. I had been there a couple of times before, without getting too impressed by it actually (I don't understand how some people can get so excited by it), but this time it was like a culture shock. I left Berlin, which in spite of its ever-changing facade has an irresistable hippish retro aura, and was thrown into Hamburg's premature Christmas shopping frenzy without being at all psychologically prepared. The city looked like an old ugly lady, who talks but nonsense and has nothing to offer but her money, and thinks that being all covered in glittering jewels and expensive trifles will make her look younger and more beautiful. The streets were full of lit-up wreathed Bavarian-style huts selling all kinds of sweets and sausages, as if the Alps had been moved to the Elbe. The crowd on the street was everything but the melting pot of people that really live there; the voices were those of well-educated and well-positioned Germans, some English speaking exchange students, quite many Norwegians attempting to solve the obnoxious problem of having too much money and not knowing how to spend it. Smoking blondheads walking in chain constantly pestered their golf-playing husbands with the question hva skal vi kjøpe, what shall we buy.I had to spend some hours there and felt helpless, the more I walked into the city centre, the more the situation got worse. Luckily I found a bookstore with big, nice yellow armchairs, that was full enough of people to allow me to sit there reading the newest up-to-date Japan travel companion.

See original: Lost in the North Tomorrow Copenhagen