Mette and Netto

most of my final day in Copenhagen has been spent with Mette, a friend mum and dad made during their time backpacking around Europe in 1992. very generously Mette showed me around the city, telling me about her life and how she came to grow so fond of my parents three decades ago during a trip to Greece.

we stopped for a chai in Christiana. when I asked if Mette if she wanted to facetime my parents, she became emotional at the thought, having not seen them in real time for so long. I thought of how I would feel had I met the child of Eliu or Jan without having spoken to them in forever, and I empathised.

in the afternoon Mette returned home to watch the soccer. I spent this time to visit galleries - one contemporary and another more traditional.

the highlight of the contemporary gallery.

‘memory’, just haunting.

Picasso.

Danish scenes.

Van Gough.

Monet.

I spent the evening with Mette and her family. we looked at photo albums of her time with my parents. it was a really special evening, and gives me hope for the friendships I share with those I love living so far from me. Mette met my parents on a boat in Greece. she was telling me just how easily they might never have spoken. a scary and remarkable thought.

Netto run to buy snacks for the train ride tomorrow. time to pack my bag - an early start. <<