“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
Land of the goddesses.
the goddesses are all hidden behind the trees. the last trees were cut down for the charcoal tribute to the Danish court as tax payment and tribute in the late 1400s. look really hard for the trees to find the goddesses, the regular lookers are all out behind the shrubs catching some summertime rays...
It's just too bad they are all crazy.
All women are crazy. Sometimes it's just a matter of degree.
Been there 3 times-they're hard core socialists. Works for their tiny country. In the winter it gets light about 10am and dark a bit after 3pm-high buildings have fencing on the roofs. My biggest surprise was the abundance of farmed salmon. Yuck-o. Hoofed it to the most northern point once, fucking flies were thick as honey. Every small town or village had a natural hot springs pool(s)
even more LL wisdom. all day every day.
flies came by way of of the codfish drying racks. thank God for the steady wind blowing the cursed Satan's Angles out to sea. spent some time up there myself. Volcanic sand can get into awkward places.