May 1st, 2023 / µ

“Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.”

— William Gibson

Why I Grew Up in The Sticks

My mom and dad decided to move from North Zealand in 1976 (The area north of Greater Copenhagen where I was born) and went house searching. Getting tired of looking, they bought a house they had only seen at night in a small village they had never heard of.

But to two people who grew up in Copenhagen and on Frederiksberg, anything west of greater Copenhagen and Northern Zealand is more or less the same anyway. And that’s why I grew up in a big house with cats and dogs, in an area with a vast forest, a lake, apple trees, and the stench of manure.

My mom still lives here, and I moved back in after my dad died, on this street of picture-perfect front yards in stick’o’tory.

Private photo / Around 1965 / @mynotsosecretjournal

My Mom

My mom went to one of the most prestigious private schools in the country; she was young in Copenhagen in the 1960s, a teenage rebel who worked as a teen mannequin; she finished her professional career in a high-level executive job in a multinational firm; And my mom is well off financially.

The neighboring women have somewhat different backgrounds. And when my dad died, it became apparent how much they hated her. And when the monsters I have had on my back since 2016 arrived in the spring of 2018, no one told us; instead, people chose to participate in the madness.

What has since been taking place is a chilling story of psychological violence, gaslighting, primitive mob behavior, and a local police force that apparently doesn’t care whether women live or die.

There Was Blood

A great example of how rotten this place is dates back to about three years ago when my mom fell out in front of the house while gardening. People just stood glaring at her as she got up and went back into the house, where I patched her up to the best of my abilities. She believes Danish emergency rooms are a waste of time, and she is right. Plus, I did a pretty good job. No scars.

It was the weekend and summertime, and lots of people were outside. Still, not one person offered to help an elderly woman with blood running down her face, a woman who has always been correct towards everyone in this neighborhood.

My mom is the type who talks to anyone, donates to poor people, and knits for the homeless. But since my dad died, she has learned the hard way how cruel people can be; since she became someone, people believe they have the right to offend and degrade.

“If you’re really a mean person you’re going to come back as a fly and eat poop.”

— Kurt Cobain

De Facto Stuck in The Sticks

So, as I am sure you can understand, although my wish to leave Denmark is an escalating neediness, I cannot leave until I know no one will bother my mom ever again and the monsters are gone for good.

Because I know what these monsters are and what they are capable of, how well-connected they are to certain unpleasant characters in France, what extreme opinions they hold, and how they come at you when you are alone.

“The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything.”

— Albert Einstein

Tougher Than The Rest!

The last seven years (or 25 and counting, depending on your perspective) have proven that I am not easy to destroy, regardless of what people do to me. But my mom is almost 78 and has de facto been denied help by the local police for years. And judging from experience, my knowledge of this village, and how some have given the monsters free access to their homes for the past five years, I know that not one person in this neighborhood nor anyone else will help her. And the Danish police will never help us. That is crystal clear by now.

But there’s a solution to every problem and every crime, even in Denmark. I promised my dad to look out for my mom, and I intend to do so. So I will stick around until this is over and the monsters are gone for good.

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,