Home is where the dark heart is

Copenhagen sparks my imagination like no other place on earth. I was born there and – though we moved away when I was just six – spent most holidays in the Copenhagen homes of my grandmothers throughout my school years.

Those houses, and the castles, churches, shops, fairgrounds, museums and neighbourhoods I was taken to, are etched on my memory, darkened by time and blurred with the Hans Christian Andersen and Grimm fairy tales that I swallowed raw as a child.

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