Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Last Friday

I met a healer. When I interviewed her, she was hesitant to tell me about her job. Carefully she answered. She is a healer. She showed her hands. Her two hands were very warm. Healer? I asked her. "Did you massage?" But she didn't massage, just touched the painful spot and prayd to Jesus. Then something happened. Marvelous!! She didn't have any religion, she thought every religion was a part of God. But she was grown up in Christian society so she prayed to Jesus. I believe that she has special curable hands. Now, I know there are many thing that might be diffucult to understand according to reason. I'd like to believe it. :) She told me, "You can cure with your hands as well, but you should believe that you can do it."

On a Friday night at 11:30 p.m., I went to Svendberg with two guys. Before I visited this community, I was told that many left wing people and hippies moved to Svendberg from Copenhagen during the 1970's. So this place is more progressive. I wanted to visit this small town but I didn't have a chance. Fortunately, two guys suggested to go to the bar in Svendberg last Friday. We took a taxi and went to the bar. It was called "Machine" in Danish.

That place was very small, cozy and looked old fashioned. I loved the atmosphere. In fact, we were not allowed to enter the bar. The place was not for selling beer. It was a cultural place for the membership. Every members of this cultural club pay for the rent of this bar every month and they have a dinner together twice a week and play the music together and drink, talk together. This place was like an underground. They are making some cultural projects such as concert and theater in Svendberg. They are not professional musucian, they play just for fun.

I met a musician there. He worked in the hospital for two days and he played the music for three days with his band. I could hear many kinds of music. Irish music, Iranian music, Yugoslavian music... I really enjoyed at the moment. I was soooo happy. We drank until 3 a.m.

And on Sunday, I left hippies' place, the southern part of Fyn.

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