The Last Stand of Free Town

An image depicting the final stand of a free town is featured in the photograph. The photograph shows the last stand of a community that was free and independent.

The streets of downtown Copenhagen, lined with symmetrical boulevards and tidy row houses, make the Danish capital city seem orderly. No beggars are in sight nor vendors selling trinkets on the streets.

At night, orange street cleaners give the cobblestones a polished look, while graffiti is removed with a jet of pressurized ice crystals.

On a sunny morning, the gleaming spires of Tivoli Gardens give the city an almost magical feel, as if it were a fairy-tale kingdom rather than the largest metropolis in Scandinavia.

Citizens of Denmark were shocked when they tuned in to their TVs on May 14, 2007, to witness fires blazing in the capital city and law enforcement officers striking their fellow nationals with truncheons.

The most intense of the clashes erupted on Prinsessegade Road in the Christianshavn area. A convoy of dark transportation vans drove into the street as inhabitants launched Molotov cocktails, rocks, and firecrackers at police. Cops responded with nightsticks and tear gas, and by the afternoon, the centuries-old streets were engulfed in a haze of smoke.

Prinsessegade Road serves as the northern boundary of the long-standing pacifist commune, Christianshavn, which dates back to 1971. That year, a collective of squatters seized an abandoned military base east of the road, blocking traffic and prohibiting firearms and cars.

This action resulted in the formation of the self-governing, eighty-five acre micro-nation known as Christiania FreeTown. Its constitution disallowed property ownership, legalized marijuana, and declared independence from Denmark.

Although the Danish government initially viewed the settlement as a “social experiment”, it has been attempting to reclaim the area for the past three decades.

Despite multiple eviction attempts, the nine hundred inhabitants of Free Town have created one of the most prolonged social experiments of modern times.

At the beginning of the 2000s, Denmark, the initial country to make pornography and gay marriage legal, underwent the same wave of Bush-inspired conservatism that affected much of Europe. (The Danes offered a submarine in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom.)

In 2001, the Folketing—Danish Parliament—was in the hands of a conservative coalition for only the second time in eighty-five years.

Voters saw the coalition (led by Prime Minister Anders Fogh Rasmussen) and its strict immigration policies as necessary to restoring balance to a welfare system that had been overused.

On the heels of the disputable Muhammad cartoon incident, Rasmussen’s government had the backing of the population as they vowed to put “the Dane back in Danish”.

The party’s agenda included a long-desired initiative: putting an end to Christiania. After three years, a law was passed, L205, to start the “normalization” of Free Town.

This law required the Palaces and Properties Agency to demolish fifty homes and build four hundred condominiums, with market rental rates, and be administrated by a private leasing company.

The plan was rejected by Christianians, who had built the commune on opposing principles.

The Rasmussen government, however, did not give in, and employed police force and a PR campaign involving sting operations and drug busts to turn Danes away from the once-admired commune.

In May 2007, the state set out to demolish a dilapidated shanty known as the “Cigarkassen,” or “Cigar Box.” By that evening, the task was completed – it had been reduced to dust. Yet, at Christiania’s southwestern entrance, a rebellion had broken out.

Thin, frail Danes wearing hooded sweatshirts and backpacks were running through the byways of Christiania and the adjacent roads, throwing pebbles and glass bottles at the officers.

At Pusher Street, close to Christiania, a television camera managed to record an officer beating a young man wearing a yellow T-shirt to the ground.

Additional vans came and demonstrators created barricades of furniture, tires, and cars that were then set alight. Police from all over the city were called for assistance, and the sound of sirens reverberated throughout the streets.

In the following days, news of the attack on Christiania made its way around Europe, and hundreds of supporters from both within and outside the country arrived in Copenhagen.

Officers wearing black riot gear in abundance then arrived at Christiania’s gates, and the government was ready for one of the most forceful incidents in the recent history of the city. Residents in Christiania braced themselves for what seemed to be the last stand of Free Town.

The 1960s saw a surge in the number of micro-nations due to the prevalence of liberal ideologies. Erwin Strauss’s 1984 book, How to Start Your Own Country, notes how Ayn Rand’s writings were majorly responsible for this phenomenon.

In 1969, a bunch of Rand devotees robbed a bar in the hopes of creating Oceana, a fictitious nation. Though they didn’t have a specified place for their sovereign nation, they did set up boot camps to train their citizens to defend it.

At one point, they even plotted to pilfer a nuclear missile in order to ward off possible adversaries.

Michael J. Oliver, an American, attempted to establish the “Republic of Minerva” in 1972 by piling sand on two reefs near Tonga. Unfortunately, the effort failed, as a Tongan chief drove him away.

Similarly, Paddy Roy Bates created the “Sealand” on a WWII anti-aircraft platform, located seven miles off the coast of Britain, in 1967.

His venture also failed when his own “prime minister” ousted him in 1978. Nevertheless, Bates was able to reclaim his platform after a daring helicopter raid.

When Christiania first began, it was not the result of one person’s endeavors, but instead was a response to a collective longing. In 1971, a group of inhabitants of Copenhagen tore down the wall of the abandoned Badsmandsstraedes military base. After this, one hundred and fifty squatters took up residence in whatever spaces they could find. Anarchy was present in the streets of the city. The student uprisings in Paris in 1968, coupled with the Danish student protests of 1970, gave young people self-assurance and a sense of purpose.

This same mentality was seen within in the Copenhagen squatter movement, which was a result of the increasing housing crisis and unhappiness with the Danish government.

Following the occupation of the base, an article in the alternative Copenhagen weekly, Hovedbladet, proclaimed “immigrate with bus no. 8–the direct route to christiania,” and this encouraged many more to come to the gates of Christiania.

Law enforcement sought to disperse the inhabitants; however, their numbers were too large for the police to manage.

To avert conflict, the Danish authorities gave Christianians three years to attempt their “experiment.” Nevertheless, the following year the officials rescinded their promise and commanded the area to be vacated.

Backers flooded the site and the police were once again outnumbered. This time the government chose to let Christiania “remain until further notice.”

While developing their own nation, Christianians worked to expand their infrastructure.

The Rosenhuset building was home to the housing office which processed potential tenants, handled maintenance for the 170 buildings and held regular community meetings to decide issues like garbage collection and tenant applications.

As for the community’s rules, there was to be no buying, selling or trading of homes, no violence, no gang associations, no guns and no cars. This was furthered by a law implemented in the late 1970s which prevented hard drug use, though not all drugs.

My curiosity about “temporary autonomous zones” (T.A.Z.s) had been piqued, so I flew to Copenhagen in early 2006 to check out the Christiania community before it was demolished.

As the city was enveloped in its first snowfall of the year and a new condo complex cast its orange light across the street, the scene struck me as more like a Hans Christian Andersen village than a self-governing area.

There were small cottages atop one-room guardhouses; hobbit-like huts with dragon-shaped chimneys; meadows full of giant maples; and pathways framed by rocks.

My taxi driver, who was from Ghana, became quite animated while discussing the boundaries of the area known as Christiania, even going so far as to point to the northwestern wall nine times.

He seemed to be in his element here in this anarchist commune, engaging in conversations about politics, picking up hash and socializing at the pub long after the bars of Copenhagen had shut down. With a satisfied grin, he labeled it a “good place” as we neared the northwest entrance. But then his smile faded as he looked across the street to the condominium complex and muttered, “It will soon look like that.”

I had an unexpected meeting with Emmerik Warburg, a 53-year-old who first visited Christiania 32 years earlier as a young artist, after a foot of snow had accumulated. He brushed off his jacket and put my luggage in the cargo box of his two-wheeled, Christiania-made bicycle.

Emmerik escorted me down the Long Road, Christiania’s main drag, to show me the old officers’ barracks that had been redesigned into chic, Bohemian apartments.

He indicated the Raisin House, a children’s after-school center running on solar energy and composting toilets, as well as a small vegetarian eatery and the endpoint of Pusher Street, which had been the place for hash dealers to sell until the police closed it down in 2004.

A photograph taken by Richardt Thomas Lionheart depicts the early days of Christiania, when some of its citizens earned an income by manufacturing and trading pottery.

We made a right turn at a large Buddhist stupa that was configured like a carousel, with a band of prayer flags encircling it and two candles burning inside.

Then, we went through a brick archway which led into a group of connected houses. The collective was entitled Maelkebøtten (“Dandelion”) due to the abundance of flowers that flourished in the shared meadow in the summer. Emmerik told me that the entire area, including the apartment I would be staying in for the next seven days, had been a grenade manufacturing facility. “Don’t worry,” he said. “All the explosives have been cleared out.”

The inside of the apartment was impressive in its neatness and had traditional Danish decor. All the building materials in Christiania had been recycled.

A paper cylinder with a low-wattage fluorescent bulb was used for the hallway light and the dimmer was made from a circular CD case. A coffee can was used to encase the low-wattage bulb in the bedroom.

The woodstove was a localized design consisting of a fifty-gallon drum laid on its side with the vent at the top. According to Emmerik, the gas heater worked the best and he jumped out the window to turn it on.

He quickly hopped back through the window while recounting the atmosphere in the neighborhood; it was quite strained.

There were many tasks to do and the New Year’s Day had been the first date for the L205 deadline which would have required the government to start tearing down homes.

Before the holiday, the citizens got a letter announcing a delay on the deadline, yet they were still split on what direction to take. Some of them thought about negotiating, while others refused to recognize the government’s claims.

The separation was so vast that half of the population had not even attended the last general gathering.

He noted that Christiania had shifted from its former state. Formerly, the citizens had an immense sense of unity and could take on any challenge.

They had completed major projects like digging sewers manually and improving thousands of square feet of deteriorating structures without any money from the government.

But now, the government was not recognizing the collective and was rather dealing with each Christianian on their own. Sadly, the internal conflict was weakening Free Town’s attempts to resist.

It’s fitting, if not inevitable, that Christiania stands on the ground where much historic Danish military activity once took place.

The city walls at the eastern side of the area, constructed in the year 1617, were reinforced during the latter part of the century when Sweden attacked Copenhagen.

The Badsmandsstraedes base was the site of the Royal Artillery Regiment, in addition to various ammunition depots and labs.

The following day, Emmerik took me on a tour of the base to demonstrate what the Christiania settlers had done to the area. The testing chambers of Maelkebøtten had been converted into cheerful abodes with flower boxes, pastel-coloured dormers and wind chimes.

Nearby in the Fabriksomradet district, blacksmith Charlotte Steen had converted an old bomb factory, designed to have the roof blow off in an explosion, into a Usonian townhouse, which contained a ship’s bow and oak rafters from ancient boathouses in Holmen.

One of the most impressive homes in Christiania was constructed by machinist Helge Pyramide over the course of nine years. Titled “The Twelve-Edge”, the structure was built with roofing tiles salvaged from a sugar factory and insulated with volcanic ash.

As we walked past a young lady grooming a horse in one of the eighteen stables in Christiania, Emmerik exclaimed in frustration, “The government can’t figure out a solution for this Christiania problem, but we have been managing it successfully for almost forty years!”

Emmerik went on to explain that the distinctive feature of Christiania’s houses is the fact that it’s against the rules to buy or sell them.

He spoke about how real estate investors and the excessive appreciation of property prices often bring about the destruction of art communities in the biggest cities.

In Christiania, when inhabitants move, they just take their stuff and go away, so the dwelling design is dependent upon the occupant’s needs, not resale value or even building regulations.

This has led to some of the most extraordinary and admired architecture in Europe. Several books have been written about Christiania’s diverse appearance.

Famous architects, such as Merete Ahnfeldt-Mollerup from Denmark’s Royal Academy, describe the area as a kind of “adaptive reuse” research center.

According to Emmerik, Christiania has sparked numerous social advancements.

After the eradication of hard drugs in 1979, the inhabitants devised a drug-treatment plan that had a success rate of 80 percent – which was much higher than the 5 percent success rate in Copenhagen.

Furthermore, communal ownership benefitted the destitute and disabled, providing them with a better standard of living, while also fostering an environment for artists to thrive. Every year, a lavish Christmas Eve feast is held in the Gray Hall to feed the homeless and needy.

Businesses such as Christiania Bikes, which is the maker of Emmerik’s bike, have been recognized by the government for their entrepreneurial spirit and export their goods globally.

As we were walking past the kindergarten of the Free Town, Emmerik went on to explain to us the financial workings of the community.

In the 1970s, the students were fed macrobiotic food, and toy weapons were not allowed, with the children even having their own meetings.

Everyone who lives in Christiania pays a monthly fee of 380 dollars, regardless of the size of their residence, while businesses are assessed based on their potential for profit.

The money from this is put into a pot and distributed among different public programs such as the building office, the post office, a newspaper, recycling, toilets, water, and electricity.

Moreover, the government receives payments from Christiania for value-added taxes and public services like water and electricity. Since the 1990s, the authorities have commended the people of Christiania for always making their payments on time.

As we strolled down the ramparts of Free Town’s eastern quarter, the remnants of New Year’s Eve fireworks still resounded in the air.

A small greyhound-like mutt passed by us and Emmerik proudly pointed out that the dogs of Christiania are unhindered by leashes and thus docile.

Nearby, rainbow and Shiva painted gingerbread shacks were almost touching the water and one of the front windows was smashed.

A note had been left by the owner that said, “If you’re going to steal, then choose someone who is insured.”

Across the bridge leading to the other side of the moat, Emmerik gestured towards another sign which advertised a gathering to oppose the municipality’s order to assign individual addresses to everyone.

Christiania still utilises a communal postbox with the address of DK-1440, Copenhagen.

The tour concluded near a post-school facility. There was a beach and a canoe nearby. Emmerik mentioned that the area put up the center to protect youngsters from getting into difficulty after classes.

He then gestured to a faux real estate sign on the side of a slope that proclaimed, the free state christiania will never be available to purchase.

Ahnfeldt-Mollerup’s familiar words reverberated in the edict issued by the government concerning their intention to close Christiania.

It wasn’t so much the need to rein in anarchy that drove the government, he observed, as it was the craving to take ownership of a successful enterprise.

Everywhere throughout [Denmark], it seems that one can find a shop that offers the same style of clothing that can be found in Christiania.

With that in mind, it is perplexing why conservatives have such animosity towards the culture of the quarter, considering it has become so commonplace. Could it be that the authorities would like to purchase Christiania, but are disappointed it is not up for sale?

By the morning of May 16th, 2007, the flames around Christiania had already been extinguished. Laborers took down the barricades, and pedestrians rode their bicycles down Prinsessegade Road, headed for Knippelsbro Bridge.

There was an odor of burning rubber in the air, however, on Pusher Street, drug dealers were back to their old ways, selling sticks of Afghan creme in a clandestine fashion.

Politiken, the daily newspaper in Copenhagen, denounced the police raid as a superfluous act of incitement. The Palaces and Properties Agency stated that the Cigar Box had to be taken down in compliance with L205. By midday, the citizens of Christiania had reconstructed it.

Later that day, one of Denmark’s most popular DJs hosted a housewarming celebration.

Through the summer, the conflict persisted and Knud Foldschack, the lawyer for Christiania, declared that he would be filing seven hundred legal actions for property infringement if the government persisted with L205.

Christiania had long counted on deadlock as its best form of protection. By the time court cases were resolved, usually a different government had come in, trying to dodge any potential disputes.

Foldschack reckoned that his seven hundred lawsuits would take a year to decide, at which point the political situation could be dramatically different.

He believed, however, that the wait would be worth it. “A situation such as Christiania cannot be recreated,” he declared, “it can only be destroyed once.”

Rasmussen’s call for an unexpected early election in 2007 was successful, and he was re-elected to a second term. In Christiania, the mood was less buoyant. On a weekly basis, police would carry out random searches of homes and harass the inhabitants.

In fact, Amnesty International had demanded an independent investigation into the reported human rights violations by the law enforcement in Christiania.

There were two sides in the community, with the first wanting to battle the government and the second hoping to take the authorities’ proposal of leasing their homes at reduced prices.

In 2008, Foldschack submitted the legal cases, and the future of Christiania was decided in the courts.

Rasmussen’s administration was widely denounced for their desire to obtain one of the few remaining, and most precious, unutilized development grounds in the city.

Still, inhabitants such as Richardt Lionheart claimed that even before the government’s involvement, Christiania had been transforming into the kind of free-market society that it had initially been created to oppose.

I paid a visit to Lionheart in 2006, and we spoke about the hidden issues beneath Christiania’s bohemian atmosphere. We kept in touch until last winter. He had arrived in the neighborhood in 1972 with the intention of putting his political and sociological beliefs into practice.

A week later, he moved into the “Blue House” with two other women and renovated the second floor, which had been a changing room for soldiers. They removed lockers, installed a telephone and hot-water heater, and decorated the place for meetings and celebrations.

His most difficult challenge during that time involved his relationships, eventually leading him to move out. However, he returned two years later and since then has resided in his own dwelling.

In 1984, while spending a research grant in Colombia, Richardt Lionheart first began to doubt Free Town when his brother Eric wrote to him. Eric had been diagnosed with cancer and had been unable to keep up with his rent in Christiania, which put him at risk of eviction.

Richardt returned to help him, but he has stated that the circumstances have not been the same since.

A few years after his neighbor passed away, his widow–a Swedish immigrant to Christiania–moved into the home they had shared.

Unfortunately, the local people refused to accept her presence and thus Richardt, abiding by the laws of Christiania, called a meeting to mediate the situation. Shockingly, just three days prior to this meeting, a mob broke into her house, threw all of her possessions onto the street, and reclaimed the property for someone else.

He declared that anarchy can be a beautiful thing if everyone has very strong ethics. Without that, it would just be a form of mob rule. The same is true for consensus democracy, he continued; it must be driven by individuals with high morals and a great deal of enthusiasm.

Since its beginning, Free Town has had a history of violence and strict laws that are enforced by hired thugs.

In 2005, a troop of gay actors were welcomed into the community, only to be rejected shortly after for not fitting the “Christiania lifestyle”. In 2004, a television journalist was threatened when he attempted to construct a small house, despite it being against the rules of the neighborhood.

In the spring of 2005, Pusher Street was the scene of a shooting, when six masked men opened fire into a crowd in retaliation for one of their members being kicked out of Christiania. This attack left one person dead and several injured.

In 2009, a grenade was thrown into a crowd outside Cafe Nemoland, resulting in one person’s jaw being blown off and four others being injured.

In its attempt to shut down Christiania, the government exaggerated certain facts but still had some basis for making its case.

Despite not recognizing the government’s authority, two thirds of Christiania’s inhabitants received welfare and utilized state-provided facilities such as hospitals, schools, and roads.

Furthermore, more than one hundred of its citizens owned cars, which were not allowed to be parked in Free Town, thus leading to traffic congestion in Christianshavn.

The drug trade in Free Town had become a major point of consensus for a majority, including many Christianians, that it was its most vulnerable point.

On the one hand, it provided a $174-million-yearly income to the local stores, eateries, and cafes, making it the second most visited tourist location in Denmark, after Tivoli. However, it also invited violence and a power struggle that damaged the sense of community in Christiania.

During my stay, I was taken to meet a former hash dealer who had been introduced to me through some friends.

“Andy” had to unhinge six locks on two different doors in order to let me into his abode at Frederick’s Arc, the most expansive timber-frame edifice in Denmark and the scene of the 1979 heroin blockade.

Since he had given up dealing, he had put on weight and was seen at the gym every day, as well as playing for the Christiania soccer team.

His biceps and neck were toned, his head shaved and his eyes were a bright blue, always appearing to be aware of everything that was occurring in the room.

In 1975, the traditional Danish activity of the “Shrove Monday Ride” was a part of Christiania’s early years; a photograph taken by Richardt Thomas Lionheart captures this moment.

Andy’s abode was furnished with almost all the amenities a twentysomething single man could wish for–and, it seemed, ones that Christiania had traditionally opposed.

The lounge contained a leather-covered circular sofa and a large widescreen TV that was almost the size of a pool table.

The kitchen was kitted out with a vast array of stylish stainless-steel devices and counters made of granite. The hardwood floors were gleaming and brand new.

Andy began his career as a runner in the late ’90s, when he was fifteen, and created his own stand in 2001. Despite individual busts occurring, he felt the risk was worth it as he was making one to two thousand dollars a day by the time he was twenty.

He would take lavish snowboarding trips to Switzerland and splurge twelve thousand dollars on a two-week trip to Miami. Despite living in a socialist country where income tax ranges from 43 to 63 percent, Andy quickly became a member of Copenhagen’s newly wealthy.

Andy has been making an effort to transition since he stopped pushing. He showed me a painting he was working on that I initially thought was an abstract, but he informed me it was actually a dragon with fire coming out of its mouth.

I asked him about the electronic equipment in the corner and he told me he was teaching himself how to become a DJ. In response to my query about L205, he said he hopes it goes away and that everything remains the same.

“I just take the advice of the lawyers and give them money and trust they’ll do what’s best,” he stated.

The next evening, I visited Pusher Street to take a look for myself. Other than three silhouettes encircling a blaze burning in a 50-gallon barrel, the street was deserted. I went to a middle-aged female who was lying on a mound of wood chips and asked her if she was selling.

She gave a nod in the affirmative and inquired how much I desired. I replied that I had one hundred kroner and she retrieved a black rod, which was the size of a tiny pencil, from her pocket. Then, I gave her the money.

I ventured into Woodstock–Christiania’s first bar, which opened in April 1974–and was immediately met with a fog of blue smoke and loud country music. The bartender had an odd behavior, and chuckled every time I signaled for one beer.

I found a spot at a lengthy wooden picnic table in the back, and started to roll a joint. As I tapped the butt on the table, a woman at the other end of it dropped her hash on the floor and yelled at me. She kept pointing and shouting for the next five minutes while encircling the table.

After I finished rolling the joint, she banged her fist on the table and screamed, “You got that?!”

In no time, I had smoked the joint and headed off. For the first time since I got there, the clouds had cleared up and there were some stars in the sky. I went down Long Road and passed the Raisin House and the stupa.

The candles underneath the Buddha had been swapped and they were lit, and a few lamps were lit in the nearby dwellings. Not even a half mile from the centre of Copenhagen, I couldn’t hear any cars or any noise.

I thought of Emmerik and the original purpose of Christiania and I was sure it was way in the past. But when I entered Maelkebøtten with the blue moonlight glimmering in the courtyard, I still couldn’t help but question whether this place should be here.

In 1967, Michel Foucault declared that there is no such thing as a utopia; it is merely a figment of our imagination and a concept of society in its optimal form.

He, instead, noted that what many call utopias are actually heterotopias, which are “mythic and tangible challenges to the space in which we live.”

He stated that each civilization has, most likely, its own set of cultural customs.

Real locations–locations that do exist and which are created in the origin of society–are akin to counter-sites, a fully-realized utopia where all other real locations within the culture are both portrayed and challenged, and also reversed.

These kinds of places exist apart from all other spots, even though it is possible to highlight their position in the real world.

Foucault observed that heterotopias can manifest in a variety of forms, from holy areas that were venerated in ancient civilizations to military academies in the 20th century to burial grounds in modern times.

All of these are said to embody a certain characteristic of the culture that it exists within and tends to be associated with a certain period in time which he referred to as a “absolute break with their traditional time”.

In the spring of ’09, it looked like the days of Christiania were numbered. The Eastern High Court decided in favor of the Palaces and Properties Agency on the cases brought forward by Foldschack.

After this, the Christianians elected to appeal to the Supreme Court. An announcement for a judgement was slated to be revealed in January of ’11 and the suspense began again.

Four months later, Christiania commemorated its thirty-eighth anniversary with parades, free food, and DJs. Fans showed up wearing traditional Native American attire and tie-dyed T-shirts, giving off a jubilant atmosphere.

However, in photos and videos of the event, it looked more like a recreation of the 1970s with droves of onlookers observing from a distance than a festivity of a flourishing settlement.

Lionheart observed that, even though time has passed, the enthusiasm towards communistic principles has become more muted. He went on to say how it seems like everyone is striving to conform to the same opinion instead of forming their own.

Before I departed from Free Town in 2006, I had an anecdote that seemed to depict the city’s resilient nature and conflicting identity. I was at the Moonfisher Cafe, thinking about Christiania and the surrounding atmosphere. The air was heavy with tobacco and hash smoke, stirred by the two ceiling fans. I ordered an espresso and placed it on the crudely-made steel table.

There were a few loud drunks in the corner, and the sound of pool balls clacking in the back room. Suddenly, a lookout announced that the police were coming. Smokers quickly put away their stash and rolling papers.

The officers were all young Danes with light hair and eyes, wearing protective equipment. When they left after a brief time, a woman at the bar jokingly declared “We got you!” and bowed. Seconds later, a massive bottle rocket exploded near the patrol.

Once more, in the bar people continued their talks without even a momentary halt. As I left, I encountered a young pair of Danish children, whose features were angelic and no older than six or seven.

In front of the entrance, they had reconstructed a wall of snow that was built to delay the police. I smiled and waved at them, and after residing in Christiania for ten days I felt like one of them.

The girl and boy stared back at me and the girl declared that it would cost one hundred kroner to go past.

With a smile, I mentioned that I did not possess one hundred kroner.

She gave the response of “eighty”.

I queried, “Twenty?”

The number sixty.

“What is the total?”

The young lady ran her fingers through her hair, while casting a glance at the lad. I beseechingly gazed at her and she declared, “A hundred.” I snickered and tossed her a twenty kroner coin. As I started to climb the wall, they both studied it.

Just as I got one foot on the top, they both hurled a couple of snowballs, which landed directly on my back.

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He never looks back, yet is aware that I am nearby. He shouts: “Stop on the edge of the cliff, or else your body won’t be able to bear the rage.” He turns and perceives the purple glow radiating from me. He shakes his head and the sun slowly descends behind the trees.

He spots the devil’s shape behind me, probably having caught sight of Badanxin’s smile, and hearing the azaleas sing. August, he states, you must evade crows, and you must arise in the early morning of September.

You will have a prosperous future, he foresees, but malicious entities will obstruct your way.

Suddenly, another man appears in the lane and the mysterious man vanishes.

I am restless. Could he be my destiny? We pass, brushing shoulders; he will find me again in this labyrinth of ruins. A crow passes over August’s forehead.

I shut my eyes and the crow chants, “Do not be afraid. Your body is not yours, it is a refuge for others.”

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The crafty female is struggling beneath the telephone post,

Her vocalizations are captured by the ears of the underworld.

A man being shaved in the cavern hews himself.

The people who are gone are below.

My soul discovers hidden truths beneath the spotlight–the orange figures of the departed.

He scales the wall, gazes at the blossoms and topples when they screech.

Has he come back to his infancy, is this death or infinity?

Meandering, wind and rain far away, he collides with a companion who owes him money,

An alarmed smile on his face.

Starving, they embrace, declining to conduct business.

Past the opera house, past the laundry, they sneak into a feast like undercover agents,

In search of a cellar lavatory.

Three police officers capture them, eighteen women indictment them of indecencies.

The debtor goes for a false identification, but brings out a pot of Tiger Balm.

“Kindly accept this modest gift,” he says.

But they cover his eyes, take him to jail while

He screams I’m so and so.

When he tears off the blindfold, he’s standing on the sun-soaked street of his hometown.

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The world requires creativity. Every moment, the universe is creating itself: star-studded nights, verdant days, avians soar and vegetation thrive, heroes in every epoch…

My dad dreams of me growing to nine feet tall and, in return, he has promised to give me one-hundred ounces of gold to help all the people who are suffering in the world. Imagination is necessary to make this a reality.

I offered a prize for creativity to the sufferer, yet they insisted on overthrowing the counter-revolutionaries. Firstly, I rescued my sister and put her husband in prison.

In the autumn, the breeze wafting, the tide increasing, I envisioned my sibling’s vernal season,

and encountering my own beloved. When the avians fly south, my boy will be born.

My son was hidden away in the basement in a bid to avoid any sort of revenge. When I went down there, I encountered my father’s corpse; he had declined to turn on the lights, reject rest, stay healthy, or die for a second time.

He blasphemed me and asked for his gold back. I questioned what the issue was.

What good have you done? Who have you taken down? I was aware of the wickedness you inflicted on my mother! He began to desiccate yet again.

My son is grown now, a genius capable of taking over the world. Sadly, he seems to lack interest and I fear he might have sustained brain damage. Nevertheless, this is all in the past.

I beg the crows to let me accompany them! If Lin Biao was able to betray Chairman Mao, I expect my own son would do the same to me. I’m sure if he’s not able to acquire the gold, he’ll murder me when the leaves change color.

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Obtaining a thorough schooling provides individuals with the tools and skills necessary to excel in their future endeavors.

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The number 96 is present.

The chilling winds are hitting the city

As the skies start to turn grey at 3 p.m.

The freezing temperatures are taking hold

Making someone scared of life itself

No longer wanting to explore

Pulling their coat tighter for warmth

But the sight of a beautiful woman

Even a momentary glimpse of them in the street

Releases the tight hold of the cold

Giving life a renewed energy

The traveler now has the urge to go

The man from Kunming, who loathes the cold

Suddenly gives up on his collar

Showing off his pink, frostbitten neck.

The number one hundred is a significant figure.

The sun that is present in the afternoon hours

illuminates the furniture throughout the room;

the bowls, plates, salt and pepper shakers on the gas stove,

and the square stool beneath the table,

all shimmer with a new set of hues.

A spark of light in the dark,

I find a silver spoon that had been lost for long.

The number 102 can be seen.

The vehicle quickly traverses the elevated region

As the borders of the untouched woodland come into view

An illusory deer

Instantly fills my heart

Yet, I don’t have a brook or grassland

To shelter it.

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