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Everywhere there are bycicles, old, new, easily available by the simple presentation of the key of the room. We know that Danemark is not a large territory so we will take bycicles to see the continental part, leaving Greenland for the next conference. I would prefer watching TV, even switched off, but Madi is merciless she wants to ride (this is an old Queen song). Danish people are disciplined, they are all at work so the country, even small and heavily populated, seems empty. This encourrages me to try a displacement (simple Galilean translation) on the bycicle, which succeeds in creating the illusion of safety. It was not, I find soon that I cannot turn to right (this happens with all the European intelligentia). I turn easily, with an elegant motion, to the left. But not to the right, I have never done this before. We go in the parking of Lo Scholen and I turn to right again and again, sampling the space of all dangers and stunt performances. Then we go out, on the street, where danish people drive fast cars, very close to the defenceless cyclists. We stop in a small port where I, although surprised at still being alive, want a beer. We continue on a small path close to the forest, with the beach and the sea on the right. I ride the bycicle apparently as everyone but only me and Him we know with what effort. Globally I do not need this object since I am bigger than it and I can go faster without it but half of our consciousness is dogma and obedience. I cannot look to the beauty of the places, any weakness is paid with uncontrolled oscillations which spread panic in the local population. We see however Louisiana, the beautiful museum of art. Here I am free, the mechanical object is not admitted inside. I keep from this trip the last images, again at the border of the sea (for me: at the limit of an immemorial dream), close to Elsinor, where the enormous and innocent ships came to take the Swedish visitors back to them. There were shops of alchool for heavy needs and two young persons, a girl and her boyfriend, were marching on the boxes choosing carefully their next charge. Thin and elegant silhouettes, absorbed by a problem of extremization of a functional of price, quantity, and force to offer the needed evasion. I am not too different, I buy several beers from the last open shop and manage to put them somehow on the bycicle which finally shows it can be useful.
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