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For the love of the game

April 10, 2008

Photo by: Jpghouse

The number of audience that went to see a match in the Danish Hockey League has risen this season. 1.534 persons pr match. This is what I have to compare with when I see cars everywhere in Montreal with the Canadiens-flag out of their window. This is what I have to compare with when I see a car painted in the red, white and blue colors with the Canadiens-logo on each side, of course. So I guess you can understand that it seems a bit overwhelming.

I read an article in Metro a week or two ago about how it affected the happiness of the Montrealers if the Canadiens are successful. I think I found the same study here, and even though it is in French, I pretty sure it says that one person out of five thinks that the performance of their club influence their level of happiness. Wow! I don’t even think the Danes feel that way with one of the Danish national sport soccer (can’t be sure of course).

I would have loved to see all of these strong club-feelings evolve live at the first play-off match tonight, but of course the ticket are sold out months (seasons?) in advance. That is what I call commitment. I will do the second best at go to the local sports bar, can’t wait to see this intense hockey-culture when the stakes are as high as they are. I wonder if it will be quite the anticlimax to go and see hockey in Denmark, when I come back…

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Happiness

April 9, 2008

Photo by: EBR

Just recently 60 Minutes had a piece about a scientific survey concerning happiness made by Leicester University in England. The piece was about Denmark, which came in number one as the happiest people in the world. Canada came in number 10.

In the piece from 60 Minutes the journalist Morley Safer interviews a Danish journalist and comedian, Sebastian Dorset, and he says that even though the Danes are the happiest people you do not see them go around smiling in the streets, actually they look a bit discontent.

I saw this nodding in recognition and it made me think about walking in the streets of Montreal the last couple of sunny days. It seems to me that the people of Montreal have got a dose spring-joy with all these sunbeams and now they walk around smiling on the streets.

I have to confess that I have had my dose as well, and perhaps this little piece is affected by this, but seen with my Danish eyes (which are not scientific, representative or unbiased) people actually seem more relaxed and smiling here. Perhaps it just the sunshine speaking…

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A love story

March 31, 2008


Photo by: Kornum

I have passed it a few times on Rue Rachel, and every time it puts a smile upon my face. Je t’aime. I don’t know, what the true story is, but I know that I like the story I have made up in my head about the Je t’aime just above this grey looking letterbox.

It’s the story about how the young handsome man wins over the love of his life by painting the Je t’aime above her letterbox, reminding her every day of his love. (I know that I’m very much affected by a lot of very non-realistic love movies).

Perhaps you know the real story, but if it’s not as good as mine, I’m not sure I want to hear it…

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Now that Montreal is melting…

March 25, 2008


Photo by: Butterflysha


Now that Montreal is melting, I would like to salute the “winter-inhabitants” of Montreal. I know, it is not with joy in their mind and praise in their heart that Montrealers shovel through meters of snow to get to their car or put on clothes on top of clothes just to get some milk or bread. Still I have felt a winter-love in this city, which I have never experienced before.

It has been snowing in parts of Denmark the last few days, and I see how the snow is the subject to many news reports in the newspapers, I also see, in these Facebook days, how my Danish friends update their status with complaints about the snow, As if life cannot be lived fully when it snows. But I know it can, I have seen it the last few months.

Even during the really bad snowstorm here in Montreal a couple of weeks ago (March 8th) the taxies didn’t stop driving, the shops didn’t close and the city didn’t stop turning. The day after you could see not just a few people outside enjoying the weather. Perhaps they would have preferred the snow not to be there, but now that their Sunday once again turned out to be a white one, it seemed to me that the Montrealers just chose to live and embrace the snow.

I checked the Danish Meteorological Institute’s webpage to compare the average precipitation in Montreal and Copenhagen. In January, February and March Montreal has had 232 millimeters precipitation, while Copenhagen had 94. In the same period Montreal had 44 days with precipitation, while Copenhagen had 27 of those days. Remember this is all in average.

I found the numbers interesting because you would think that the people with the most precipitation would be the ones to complaint the most about it. But then again you could argue that you get more use to living side by side with the snow, when it is always there. I know of cause that Montrealers also get sick and tired of the snow, but it can’t change the way my eyes see the relationship between this city’s inhabitants and the snow: like an old marriage kept together by love and a good screaming quarrel once in a while.

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What’s the big deal with that poutine?!

February 28, 2008


Photo by Roboppy


“You should try the Elvis”, “You can’t judge it until you have tried a classic”, “It seems to hit just the right spot when you are either drunk or hung over!” “Go to La Banquise”.

I had my first poutine not too long ago. After a night of dancing and drinking all the well-meaning advice of how I could lose my poutine-virginity in the best and most tasteful way sprang into mind. I went into it open-minded, but I must say that I don’t understand what the fuss is about.

Poutine has a long history, but I guess all Montrealers know that… For all the uninitiated out there I can sum it up to this: French fries with gravy and cheese curds.

Being faced with one of Canada’s, and Quebec’s in particularly, national dishes I must say that I blinked twice when the plate of brown confusion was placed in front of me. I would normally prefer my fries as crispy as possible and the gravy as brown and thick as possible. And the two things not mixed together. The cheese I would not complain about.

So it was a cultural experience for me and my taste buds, when I ate the first soft French frie soaked in light-brown gravy and half melted cheese. But when in Montreal do as the Montrealers, and I must say after haven researched on and written this blogpost I might give poutine a second chance. It actually sounds kind of good.