Hello Denmark

Gonna skip last days in Berlin and return there later. Right now I'm planning to talk about Denmark.

I arrived here a day too early. I was brought in by a woman from Greenland who brought me all the way in front of the school. I was dropped off and the only worker greeted me with open arms. Jør was his name and he told me about being in the school and losing 20 kg. He offered me coffee and we watched TV together. I didn't have a place to sleep so I made a bed out of couch pillows that decided to sail their separate ways during the night.
Next morning the rest of the educator y gang arrived and as I was sleeping there random old people started saying good morning to me...while I was still sleeping. I tried to swim against the currency and continue sleeping, but in the end gave up under the pressure. I got my act together and went to say hello. And then a surprise...they expected me to be a boy. And it didn't matter how much I apologized for my gender they told me that it might cause problems. Apparently my name Kart hints to a un-denying masculinity. Darn testosterone. They situated me to another house to live with a disabled girl. Random people started flowing in and I tried to adjust to the situation. Met with one of the teachers, the art teacher Sys who turned out to be also a lifelong traveler, so obiously we got along great, I explained about the difficulties of not getting diarrhea in Moldova and she replied with her adventures in India. We exchanged art and she offered me a job as her cleaning lady, which I accepted as gracefully I could. She also told me about this really cool program for artists called artmoney which means that you can pay with your art in some places where they accept it. It's also possible to go traveling with it.
Afterwards we went to Bogense which is a small city nearby having 3000 inhabitants (I'm in a tiny village called Harritslev). Bognse is a small harbour city with a long history and looking pretty good, but being as boring as a nuclear catastrophy to a cocroach. We went there to a local library where of course most of the people spoke English. I'm not a person who takes that self-granted. I got back just in time to chill out with my two Estonians who made a small detour to Malmø via the wrong train. I pretended that I already knew all about the place and have spent tons of time here, which almost succeeded till they found out that I just arrived last night.
Now a little about the school. I'ts called Norfyns Folkehøjskole, Fyn being the name of the middle island in DK. They have a pretty big place and a lot of possibilities. The main idea being to find about yourself, here's a description:

Nordfyns Folkehøjskole is part of the Informal educational system in
Denmark. The overall idea is to explore the potentials of life. That
means to develop life competences and to build up social networks.
Informal education is without marks and exams. The impact will show
in your life afterwards. In short we say that your output of informal
education will be in your head = more knowledge and in your heart =
more commitment towards your future. Take a look at this general
web: (www.danishfolkhighschools.com)
Other classes at our school:
• Life class - predominantly mentally handicapped students.
• Social and health class - predominantly Japanese students
• Life style class focusing on weight reduction.
• General Class - preparing for job or further education.
Some foreign students use the course as social pedagocial training
with handicapped people. Both in theory and pratice you can learn a
lot. 

 Basically they are funded by a government, the people themselves and Estonians, Latvians, Polish and Lithuanians can get scholarships to study there as part of a EU. Also there are Japanese and Chinese who have payed for everything themselves. This type of schools I was told were typical only to DK as education used to be only the priviledge of rich people. The first schools were founded as religious schools to teach the farmers to read and afterwards it was reformed to be available to everyone and not so religious.


Hold tight, to be continued...