It’s good it’s such a wise writer. Something of a researcher. For what is immediately more strange to a Dane than a relationship between strangers? West African joy, stamping and beauty meet Japanese, Western inspired productivity and kimonos in the evening, and then meet Poul Reichhardt at the farmer’s farm with a straw in his mouth. We really come close to something most bizarre. In the middle of the book, a Japanese man looks at a West African man, while the Japanese man is unaware of being considered by a Dane. It is situation comedy mixed with insight. Surprisingly, when the West African man discovers the Dane and becomes aware of how almost absurdly strange strangers can be. The Japanese man and the West African man simply grab each other by the hand and admit they are strangers. The dane shows greatness and courage and throws two packed lunches to each of them. It’s wonderful. It is West African. It is Japanese. And so Danish!
