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After 20 years overseas, mainly in USA, I returned to
Denmark. I had, as a figure of speech, returned from a time capsule.
Overseas I entertained friends about my idyllic mother country -- just
to discover upon my return that little of what I had told was as
described, now in 2009. I have always been an avid traveler. By that I mean that I have gone to strange places and tried to mingle with the local population. I try to pick up a bit of their language or find people who speak a language I understand. In this fashion I have gone to China, Nepal, India, Iran, Russia, Thailand, Hong Kong, Morocco, Senegal, USA, Canada and Mexico. To that you can add a dozen European countries that were closer to home. The strangest land I have ever visited is, however, my own motherland, Denmark. Coming back after 20 years overseas was indeed a most shocking experience. |
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Rolf Krause |
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Copenhagen Main Station |
I arrived at Copenhagen Main Station in early Mach, 2009. The time is around 6 PM. The train ride was just an appendix to a return trip that started in Indianapolis, USA, and now ends in my motherland, Denmark. My brother is there to welcome me. Ah, at least one familiar face and loved one. I haven't been at the Main Station since 1989. The first impression is that it's a piece of Manhattan, Chicago or Los Angeles. The ethnic mix of travelers and bystanders is quite unexpected for Copenhagen. I tell my brother that the main station looks like a piece of China, as there are many Orientals hanging around. My brother laughs and says that in the last fifteen years or so there has been a constant influx of people from around the world and it isn't just the main station that looks like that. I hear a person, that looks like a Pakistanian or Indian, speak to another in perfect Danish. Obviously, he has lived here for many years or was born here. No need to pick up the local language through education or tutoring to speak to the “natives.” My Danish seems to be amazingly workable even after all this years. |
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The Language In Aldus Huxley's famous novel, Fair New World, the main character, Mr. Wild, has learned English as a second language by reading Shakespeare's collected plays. When he speaks with people in the new world he addresses them in this formal, poetic and old-fashioned language. In the days and weeks following my arrival, I experienced a somewhat similar scenario as Mr, Wild did. I spoke an antiquated Danish that made people send me odd looks. I have a lot of catching up to do. And it wasn't that I used too many English words either. The first thing that has changed was, however, how you addressed strangers, be it on the street, in stores, or in offices, even in banks. When I left 20 years ago, strangers were addressed “De” and people you knew well were addressed “Du.” Danish grammar was on this point similar to the German (Sie, Du), French (Tu, Vous), and Spanish (Tu, Used) rules. Coming back, even bank and government employees would use the informal form at fist meeting. On radio and TV the language sounded shocking for someone who had been out of circulation for 20 years. The amount of swearwords and vulgar expressions used, even by highly educated speakers, in interviews, etc., was astounding. It was a rude dialect of the working class that had won out. According to a professor in Danish language, the amount of English foreign words used in Danish has doubled in the last generation; from 0.8% use of English words to 1.6% (based on analyzing colloquial texts and speech.) The amount of swearwords used is actually the same, except on TV where swearwords were never used in times past. According to the professor, the change in swearwords in colloquial Danish is a matter of style. Those in style now refer to sexual and fecal matters while my generation used to swear by God, the Devil and other religious matters. In Denmark, there has in all my lifetime been these high ideals that we are all equal. As a result all speak this “lowest common denominator” of what used to be vulgar language. The way you show that you are “part of the people” is to swear and use what I consider vulgar words and expressions. In the radio there was a piece by a literary person. He was still discussing a short story called “We Use the Sunday for Fucking.” Apparently, it had been published years ago but the literary community had not yet finished discussing it and all the sexual details. The amount of new words that had sneaked in through watching too much American produced TV was also significant. According to the professor mentioned, use of English words has doubled. Having come from USA it was not difficult for me to understand the new words. It was just very different from from what I was used to 20 years ago. Especially English words of Latin origin have become popular also by academics and have replaced good Danish expressions and older loan words from other languages. Add to that all the new high tech expressions and words that by now are international. |
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A new generation and a new
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Internet Danish is spoken here |
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"Muslims Ahead!" From Copenhagen N |
The Population MixAs mentioned in the introduction, the population of Copenhagen, and across the country, is in 2009 a new mix of ethnicity. When I left 20 years ago there were small ethnic groups around the big cities and that was it. They had been taken in as fugitives. Now, these populations “from the warm countries” have become part of the economy. You meet them as bus drivers, as cashiers in stores, as shop owners, etc. In the streets of Copenhagen it is not an unusual sight to see groups of school children of Indian, Arabian, Chinese, or African origin. On TV there recently was a talent show, called the X Factor. The same type of show has been seen in England, USA, Germany and many other countries. What was striking to me about the Danish version was the ethnic mix of performers. One of the finalists was “Mohamed” ,a 15 year old boy who spoke perfect Danish. Another contestant was a young Turkish girl. She was from Ålborg in Northern Jutland and she even spoke the local dialect to perfection. |
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Muslim Immigrants |
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African Immigrants |
East European Immigrants |
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The money In Denmark we still use Danish Kroner (DKK) and thus we have not followed the main trend in Europe to adopt the Euros. All coins and bills were, however, in new design when I arrived that March evening of 2009. Also, most of the prices were about five times or more the amount from when I left. Walking through a supermarket and looking at the prices of milk, bread and meet made my eyes pop. I was in shock – a “Price Shock!” of sorts. At the cashiers I had to fumble with the unfamiliar coins and bills. It seemed to me, trying to convert the prices to dollars, that the price level had to be one of the highest in the world. Many foods were the double of what you would expect in an American supermarket. An estimate is that it on average is 80% higher on the bottom line. In Indiana, USA, where I lived for many years, there was no sales tax on food and only about 7% sales tax on other merchandise. In Denmark there is a flat 25% sales tax on food, other types of merchandise and even on most services, including counseling and other consulting sold by the hour. The latest law would even introduce sales tax (Moms) on caretaker work performed internally by employees of a property company. In other words, when a property company hires a company employee to wash the stairs and sweep the yard and sidewalks, the pay he gets from his employer for this work will be subject to sales tax as well. |
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Prices on food: Almost double of USA's |
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Price Shock? Everything is terribly expensive!
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The law |
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Arrest of narco dealer. Hard and
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Hell's Angels, Denmark. |
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Sanne Salomonsen. The cause |
public figures Here I will mention some of the well known people you see in the press and on TV, etc. Among them were some politicians who still made headlines. In a TV transmission from the Folketing (Parliament) I saw some of the up and coming figures – as I remembered them; but now 20 years later they had gray hair and were very set in their ways. One politician, Svend Auken, who I remembered as a somewhat rebellious figure, was preceding the parliament as foreman. In that function he greeted another up and coming politician, again as I remembered him, Niels Helvig Petersen. I remembered them best as combatants from competing parties. Now the foreman bowed deeply when Hevig Petersen went up on the podium to address the assembly. A rock singer, Sanne Salomonsen, who used to be a sexy kitten, had had a blood clot in the brain and was still in recovery. She did perform, however, but the sexy kitten image was of the past. |
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Svend Auken and Niels Helvig. Today, the |
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Prime Minister H. C. Hansen, 1956: |
tv and radio In 1956, when broadcasting of TV was first firmly established, the then prime minister, H.C. Hansen, stated that there should only be one hour of programming a day. TV and radio was closely supervised by the parliament. It should be informative, commercial free, and friendly to the government. There was only one channel. With a little luck one could pick up Swedish TV programs as well. A big success was the transmission from the indoors bycycle racing, the six day's races in Forum. There was only one camera available which turned round and round. The Danish TV and Radio had only one sports reporter who covered all sports. The beloved Gunnar "Now" Hansen covered also the bycycle races in great style. When I left Denmark, two channels had been established and there were many hours of broadcast per day. TV had just started sending commercials, among others for a chain store with bed ware. The owner soon became a popular and famous person. Today there is TV broadcasting around the clock. There are many good news and talk shows on the two official channels, DR1 and DR2. But there is also an awful lot of American series. Having lived 20 years in the USA, it appears to me that the series are of such an old date that they long ago ceased to be broadcast in the US. At one time, in USA, I had over 200 channels. We often used the evenings to watch TV. To have to watch it all in a belated 10th rerun is not very interesting to me. Old sit coms and crime shows from the 1980s and 1990s are not my cup of tea. I have only taken to the debate- and news programs and maybe some soccer now and then. The American series I have too much of already. |
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Six Days Race in Forum. With |
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"Big Mother," under constant supervision and revision |
"Big Mother" Society
In all fairness, a noticable trait of the Danish society is the high degree of confidence we have in one another. You expect authorities, be it local or statewide government, including police, courts, etc. to do what they are supposed to do without a trace of corruption or special treatment, good or bad, of some. There is also a high degree of confidence in commercial life, as there is when one is in public areas. People behave well and politely -- or they mind their own business without bothering others. |
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"Big Brother" leads easily to an invalidation of neighborship |
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All want a piece, regardless of background |
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There is usually order and harmony in public |
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The hitchhiker's name was
Bill Clinton. |
In comparison to the Danish system I
will, however, tell this true story from my own experience. In 1996, I
picked up a hitchhiker in Ocala, Florida. I was on my way to Northern
Georgia, 500 miles away. The hitchhiker was an old man of 78 years. He
was a retired tool maker from Knoxville, Tennessee.
He had been in Miami to investigate if he could move there in his continued retirement. While he had been waiting at a bus stop, he had been robbed and mugged by bullies. They had taken his scarce cash. He had been hit by a baseball bat. He was brought to the local hospital and treated for his injuries. As a senior citizen, he had Medicare, an elementary health insurance. After two days under care, he was thrown out of the hospital without a cent in his pocket. He had gotten the care the insurance covered and that was it. He was over 700 miles from home and had to hitchhike to Tennessee. We drove for two days and at my destination, I gave him money for food and bus fare so he could get home to Knoxville. His name was William Clinton; the friends called him "Bill." He had the same name as the sitting president. But that didn't help him much in a country where the dollar is King -- and therefore even over the president in office. |
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The new Opera on the waterfront is today
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the
cityscape ofcopenhagen
Another creative addition to trafic (since 1980s) is the use of the Christania bycycles, adopted from the Hippie culture. They are popular with parents with small chidren. These types of bycycles have become a frequent sight in the streets of Copenhagen. You see a mix of high tech and low tech. You will see career women on their way to work, who transport their kids while speaking in their cell phones. |
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Øresund Bridge and tunnel. Since the 1930s |
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Metro station at street level |
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The Metro uses remote controlled, |
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Busy mother on Christiania
bicycle. Such bicycles |
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Walking Street in downtown
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Windmills outside
Copenhagen Harbor. Today, |
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Oh Danmark!
Despite the many changes there are also many things that haven't changed. It still felt like home to walk and drive the streets of Copenhagen. Our popular Queen Margrethe II, the artist on the throne, is still there and as popular as ever. She even had an art exhibition recently of paintings done over many years. My overall experience of returning to my motherland was maybe best expressed by a friend of mine who called my account for “an experience of reincarnating into the same body.” How true that rings. It wasn't that my body had been rejuvenated to a young and exuberant state that were chasing the girls. I did, however, feel rejuvenated in spirit by revisiting old places, reconnecting with old friends and family members face to face, including my lovely grown daughter, and simply be able to speak my mother tongue – if not to perfection by the new standards – at least without any risk of being misunderstood or offending anybody due to lack of knowledge and understanding of taboos and customs, or nuances of words, of this strange and “new” country. In my sleep I sometimes mumble if I am not snoring. What have I been mumbling recently? Well, the short version of this is, “Oh Danmark!” (This text was first brought as an article in The Magazine, International Viewpoints, IVy.)
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Queen Margrethe II
The Queen wirh her son, Crownprince |
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