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“People who unjustly think they can love, also think they have eczema and are really windbags”


Wijfstrand lets his hand run through his hair, out to the hair tips and then sits with a slightly astonished expression, apparently surprised that his hair is not longer. He looks at me in wonder.

“Now I’m asking stupidly. Isn’t my hair longer than this?”

Wijfstrand grins. It is clear to me that he is one of those rascals who are bad at loving.

“I have a little eczema. Can one tell?”

Wijfstrand tells me about his latest experience with love. A young woman with 24 mental disorders who fell in love with him.

“She was good at fucking. I know it sounds silly.”

No, it sounds bad. Not stupid.

“Bad? Me?”

Yes. Bad. You.

“Bad you too?”

No, you bad.

Our conversation is obviously very strange. Wijfstrand sips his latte. I feel a sudden desire to twist Wijfstrands arm and give him a kick. An energetic knight could have done it, a hero in a comic book, kicked him because existence does not seem to have done so. Yet. Strangely enough.

You’ll get a difficult life.

“Difficult? Me?”


“Difficult you too?”

No, difficult you.

Wijfstrand uses me as a mirror. He awaits my reactions and may look up to me. Now he rises from the table and walks down towards the lake. He stops and pricks up his ears. No, he can safely drink from the water. He is very lonely. When we sit at the table again, he has brought me a cloak.

“Because you’re so clever.”

I blush, thank him and fold up the cloak and put it in my bag.

My eyes say:

“You are bad at loving.”

His eyes say:

“I know. I cann’t help it.”

My eyes say:

“It does not matter. Just remember we pay ourselves. You owe me $ 28.”

His eyes say:

“I have the money here. Can you give back on fifty?”

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Morten Hjerl-Hansen (born 15. June 1973) is a danish blogger born in Copenhagen, Denmark, Europe. I lived for the first 19 years of my life in a liberal-minded, literary and academic home in North Zealand. My mother is a psychiatrist and my father is a chemical engineer. I have two siblings. Throughout childhood, "I invented near-useless things almost every day" and told my siblings "fairy tales" where they themselves were the protagonists. In 1986, I visited Houston in the United States with my family on a stay that spanned three and a half months. I started programming in 1986 and made approx. 20 major projects until I "lost the ability" in 2018. Student from N. Zahles High School 1992. Ry College 1993. Read theology 1993-1994 in Aarhus. Read philosophy 1995-2000 in Linköping, Lund and Copenhagen. Worked as Java programmer 2000 and 2001. Participated in numerous poetry readings in Copenhagen 2002-2007. Got a psychosis in 2007 "which took about 10 years to recover". Married to Else Andersen in 2010 and resides in Asnaes, Denmark. Father in 2014. Has written The Other Newspaper daily in Danish and English daily since 2013.