christiana

 jessie and i read about a "self-proclaimed freetown" in copenhagen and it sounded so intriguing to us. we had planned on visiting the hot spot but we got lost in doing so. we jumped on a random bus and took it to the very end also know as a terminus in french. it took us to a beautiful opera house on the river overlooking the city across the water. we asked the bus driver where this so-called suburbian free town was located and he said he would take us right by it so we stayed on. it was only a couple of stops from where we had been when he waved us down indicating that it was our stop. we jumped off in the gloomy, misty weather. we still were a little clueless as to where to go but as the bus driver drove past us he pointed to a shady alleyway. wow, we said. as we approached the pathway, i couldn't help but notice a few odd characters walking our way. i quickly put on the tough mode john and we continued on. there was graffati everywhere. right before we actually walked through a broken fence we saw a large sign listing off the community rules: no photos, no running, just peace and love, something like that but one thing is certain is that it said in large cap letters YOU ARE NOW LEAVING THE EUROPEAN UNION. luckily just right before we saw the sign i grabbed this photo and it was the last i got. i asked jessie if she had ever seen teenage mutant ninja turtles because i felt like i had just entered the underground world of criminals where Shredder and his clan hung out. of course, she had never seen the movie, which if i may add is a classic. anyhow, a certain man told me to no photos no photos in broken english so i was sure to put it away. what we came across next is something i have never experienced in my life. there was a street called pusher street and it was also known as the green light district. there were so many boutiques some covered some not and what they were selling was pot. it came in all shapes, sizes, sorts, strengths, etc. there were rocks and crystals and i don't even know. we spoke to a dealer and he said that the pot they sold was not to get you high but get you stoned. woah. and of course there was a food court for those hungry citizens. as we were asking questions, which mind you we knew nothing about what we were even talking about, a huge angry individual came up to me and said "hey, no photos, cover your camera end of discussion" as i tried to explain i didn't have the cap, i just turned it towards me where you couldn't see the lense. jeeze. it was a very threatening situation but we just minded our own business and climbed up over the village and just took a breather on some benches where no one could see us. jessie and talked about how such a place could exist while the government and state just choose to not turn the head in it's direction just pretending that they know nothing. corruption or maybe it is just like the people of christiana proclaim it be, "peace project"?

salut

john

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