Chidi,

Okay so. You know the school tutor thing, the one that "adapts to my learning rhythm"? I have been feeding it garbage for six weeks and it has decided I am a gifted late-night mathematician. It now schedules my hardest modules for 23:40 because that is when I was awake watching you play. Mor got the summary and cried a little. Proud tears! Built on lies! I am a genius, technically.

It is 31 degrees here and everyone has gone feral. The harbour bath at Svanemøllen is so full that the little water-quality buoys keep blinking amber, not because the water is bad but because there are simply too many Danes in it. Someone's uncle keeps announcing this like a weather report. We jump anyway.

I know you think Copenhagen is a village where people apologise to bicycles. Fine. But yesterday a man I have never met held my bike upright for eleven minutes while I fixed the chain and did not once try to talk to me. That is love here. That is the whole language.

Tell Auntie the tomatoes on our balcony are winning.

Come in August. Bring nothing. I have plans.

Mille

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