July 10th, 2022 / µ

Estrangement

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”

Tom Stoppard

My life in Denmark ended years ago. And emotionally, my ever-escalating neediness to leave Denmark, the country I was born and grew up in, but that which I feel categorically estranged from, is growing by the minute.

What Is Broken, Is Broken

Slander, harassment, threats, and worse have destroyed my life in Denmark. And no one has stepped up nor denounced the offenders. Not even people who have known me since I was a child. No matter what has been done to me.

I have asked to be heard by the police and the Department of Justice. I have been rejected.

I gave it one last shot. I communicated politely and modestly with a system that denied me help and defamed me in writing. I was once again refused a voice. I am done asking.

I exist and keep to myself – work, read, write – and wait for the future. I have nothing left to say. My soul left this country long ago.

Life Lesson Learned

Life lesson learned over the past 20 + years:

The country you are born in, grow up in, where your parents were born and grew up, is not necessarily your home. It is easy to take that for granted. But it can be a very cruel illusion.

I was born in Denmark, grew up in Denmark, and I have a Danish passport, but this country is not my home.

I have become completely estranged from Denmark and this nation’s vicious mindset. I am void of feelings. There’s nothing left.

What Is Done Is Done and Can Not Be Undone

If I were a romantic, I would say it brakes my heart. But I am not a romantic. I used to be. But then life happened, so I am not, so it doesn’t.

As always, things are the way they are, and that’s that. Nothing can change the past, nor people in the end.

I never tell myself bedtime stories about how things will change, how people will improve, and how everything will be all right. Regardless of the situation, I accept life as it is. Life itself has taught me to do so.

What is done is done, what is said is said, and what is broken is broken.

A Lasting Image

Denmark is my worst nightmare. And forever and all eternity, or however long my soul chooses to roam this struggling planet, I will know it as a place blinded by its deceptive façade, infatuated with its own self-glorification, and yet so very terrified of its own shadow.

So I am happy that soon, I will put Denmark behind me. And that is no longer a life-sustaining dream. It is an ongoing project.

Cut Your Losses and Count Your Blessings

Another thing I have learned in life is that even from the worst places, there will be beautiful memories and happy moments to take with you in your emotional suitcase.

Memory lane will remain even when you have become completely estranged from a place and its people. And some of those memories will be worth holding on to, regardless of what today may be.

The best thing you can do is bring along the beautiful memories and happy times you have stored in your heart and soul and let go of the rest. But that, too, is a struggle because my good memories are slipping away – and I fear that one day, I will no longer be able to hang on to them.

Thanks for reading! I hope you found it valuable and worth your time! Until next time, remember to get your facts straight and that whatever good times you have will never come back as bad times,