housing ha-mission

quality control is gonna kill me, or at least what you see of me for the next few months i.e. this blog. what?

ok so i decided to lie. hopefully this isn't the kind of lie that will surprise my mum with a dead iraqi guy on the couch. today i met my grandma. we caught a train from copenhagen to odense, wasn't that eventful, an old dude gritted his teeth at me and gave me dragonball z eyebrows for checking his daughter out, totes worth it. space jump.

got a lift from the station from some somali dude that turned out to be my uncle, went in yadda yadda (they live in housing commission thats like a suburb village in itself and everyone knows everyone), met everyone. now the cool thing about their place is the complexity of language barriers. some speak only only somali, some only danish (im the only only english), and some a mixture of all three or all three. im too tired to be doing this post, but i feel if i wait till tomorrow ill forget everything ever. just like my grandma. turns out she has dimentia (and is like an elderly female somali jabba the hut, in the most endearing cute way), which is pretty funny for me because i don't understand a word she says and just hear my dad burst out laughing when shes mid sentence, then hear a translation that the other abdi (my other dad?) used to scare away militia because of his reputation and large horns.

anyway we ate somali style, with our spiney spider limbs. seperate from the women. the house has two older .... ACTUALLY -- EMERGENCY CHARACTER BREAKDOWN --

ma'mood - cousin, hes like the town hero 17 year old soccer star thats gonna do medi-physi-neering at every college. and is like 6'6 and from movies

nimmo - my dads sis, big smiling

ali- mystery uncle, nimmo's husband, nice guy

mohammad- 2nd oldest cousin, seems chill, is a bit like some of you back in melbourne, super friendly and accomidating

little bouncy somali kid - youngest cousin there, hes amazing, he doesn't stop running around and slapping people, telling them hes gonna sleep for 5 days then go back to their homes... little janny incarnate, only speaks danish

two other sub-10 y/o daughters- too shy to know so far, only speak danish and a bit of somali, poked them in the face and "bargh"'d a few times because i thought they'd like it ....

older cousin- quiet girl wears lots of makeup, pretty modest. probably the prettiest somali i've met, seems to sorta get shunned by parents but maybe its just like that because shes the oldest, i wanna see her smile more

asha- blobby grandmother, both physically and mentally, is/seems to be hilarious i can't quite tell because i don't know what shes saying. she could be the next rosa, goin back in time

but they're all great, these are just first impressions

so mahmood took me to play soccer for money against these dudes who were the "drug guys". he plays with them because they have beards so it looks like hes inferior huh? there was a really angry guy with grey tracksuit pants, what was his deal?
and a chubby danish guy (everyone here is pretty much african) who called everyone "bitch"
i played goalie, we won soccer. bought the strangest icy pole ever.
anyway there were lots of other people but they're for my memory and not yrs.

bye