Testing, testing, one, two, three. The bunker show (part one, part two, part three) is on the road, let's see how this democratic process really works. If it works at all. The pessimists say: you wait and see, they will perform a mock hearing, pretend to care how the public feel, and then go ahead with the original plan. Demolish the bunkers, and wipe out the small bunker forest. Well, we'll see about that.
Friday was a really good day! The local council passed out questionnaires and soup, the hills were alive and the bunkers were opened up to the public for the occasion. And the trees were adopted. Lots of people move their lips when it comes to good intentions, but it is the ones who show up that counts, you know? I was blown away.
And the crown jewel on the luckiest tree in the bunker forest, adopted by Tejn with a giant lock-on:
This one makes me so happy! One of the coolest pieces of street art I have ever seen out of Copenhagen.
Swing-bombing by dads. "That's what you get for inviting parents to contribute", they said. I'm not complaining (this shot is from the next day, in case you are wondering about the schizo sky, haha).
Even though I knew there were bunkers, I never thought of the hills as hollow. But there are giant concrete domes underneath. Cool and clammy spaces, kind of big yet slightly claustrophobic.
A narrow hallway with a big dome on each side at the end of it. The possibilities for these spaces are endless, it is a pity to think that they are being demolished all over town. Where is the imagination? Where is the bunker love?
And to tie the perfect bow on the night, a reader stopped by to salute the hills with a small tune.
I love my readers, you are the best. And I am not just saying that.