that's the only photo that i took while we were in christiania in
copenhagen. this is because the folks that call christiania home really
prefer that you not take pictures. at all. they often will break your
camera if they find you taking pictures.
that's not to say they're a violent sort. not at all, really. christiania is actually like this magical fairy kingdom that sprang from an abandoned military base right in the center of copenhagen. in the early 1970's the abandoned warehouses and buildings were taken over by squatters who called it home. a commune developed, of sorts. and a home for the counter-culture grew and thrived.
it is still an area where drugs like marijuana and hash are readily available, and you can even find mushrooms if you look hard enough. but it is also, at this point, an area that is vibrant with arts and artists and families who are living the communal dream. there are blonde, laughing, happy children running around having the time of their lives. living a life of love and happiness!
there's no question, at all, that the moment we walked through the gates, i gasped and said, "oh, i could easily live here. this is like home!" and poor dearsweetdave looked to the heavens, and thanked the goddess, that we were in no position to actually move!
