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Thursday, 27 June 2013
Kaffebarejer: You Danish?
Kaffebarejer: You don’t look Danish. So dark.
Dines: … well I am quite Danish though.
Dines: Yes. My parents, too.
Kaffebarejer: They dark too?
Dines: No. Not really.
Dines: Maybe they found me.
Dines: Maybe I’m not theirs?
Kaffebarejer: You know, you shouldn’t say something like that.
Dines: It was a joke.
Kaffebarejer: I got it. But where I am from, we would never joke about that. We live for our parents. We do everything they say, they are kings of our lives, if they say we should be doctors, we become doctors.
Dines: Well, you know, I try to do what my parents say and also, actually, I sometimes try to do stuff they did when-…
Kaffebarejer: Your father died …!?
Dines: ? No. He-… d-…
Kaffebarejer: … – mine too! Last week!
Dines: Oi. Oh! I’m so … sorry.
Kaffebarejer: He always said he wanted to die in his own home. So last year, I built him a house back home for him to die in.
Dines: … wow.
Kaffebarejer: Built it with every cent I made here in Denmark.
Dines: What a beautiful thing to do.
Kaffebarejer: I know. Don’t make fun of your parents.
Dines: I … didn’t- … really.
Dines: … nevermind.