A drunk guy in a track suit trying to run on the running path and only managing a half stumble.
An Arabic man who I think might have Turret's Syndrome who yelled at me that I was a whore and he spits on me and some other not very nice stuff.
Apparently cycling by in jeans, hiking boots, a leather coat, scarf, mittens and hat is the height of sultry temptation these days. I feel so naughty.
Denmark can sometimes be a very odd place.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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