Active citizens on the way

Alex og Sean flankeret af Erik. Christina, Marie og Nikkie ovenpå bunkeren.

Godsend helpers Alex and Sean with Erik Peitersen. Saviours Marie, Nikkie and Christina in the background.

Only one time during the whole making of BunkerLove did I sense that Nikkie had serious doubts about the event. This was on July 15 at around 14… the day of the festival. There was a stiff breeze, the cars got stuck in the sand, the bar had gotten lost on it’s way from Aarhus and didn’t have 4 wheel-drive and the sand storm was seriously threatening to ruin the expensive music gear that we were borrowing. Despite delicious help, we couldn’t make the main generator work.

ONE time… I was on the beach running around. Nikkie was loading the car again and running around in Løkken. She called me and said that we shouldn’t force things, that it might not be sane to carry through. I sank. I knew she was right. Nature is powerful, this was a very risky affair. In some strange way I felt that we’d already succeeded… Being overpowered by Nature is really no shame. I took the weather conditions as a message… I called my mother and said she shouldn’t drive (she had Nikkie’s car while we took her 4WD to its max, and I knew it couldn’t make it through the sand), I knew there would be no time and 4WD to pick them up. I walked over to Mikael K,Klondyke in a sand storm he was a bit frustrated, rightfully worried about the gear, yet preparing the Klondyke concert, and I used Nikkie’s words: ‘you know we have no insurance’, I said, ‘nothing should be forced through…’. Mikael stared in disbelief and responded: ‘What do you mean?’. An answer that made me all warm and fuzzy inside. My mother made it there too.

Nikkie unloading my mum's 4wdI had doubts in my own ideas about what I can and can’t do on the first day of priming the bunker that became Gold Tooth. We had gathered a beautiful crew to assist Erik, and we had promised to get rid of some sand on the roof of the bunker ahead of that. I’d said to Nikkie that I’d easily remove the sand, which I thought of as an overgrown ant hill. She would fix other things and come back with the team when we were ready to paint. So, we brought the tools and a wheelbarrow and Nikkie left… When I got on top of the bunker with my shovel I quickly realized that this was a mountain of sand, not an ant hill. Sand is very heavy… And there was no way I could get the wheelbarrow up on the roof through the narrow staircase. After… I don’t know… an hour, perhaps only half, of invisible work, and me in disbelief with myself, 2 boys popped up asking what I was doing. I explained and they decided to help. They turned out to be scouts, and figured out a very clever way to make a hoist to get the wheelbarrow up on the roof. They also helped shovelling. In fact they were so eager that at some point I got worried they’d fall down (not rational, they were super capable, I know, but…) – again the lack of insurance made me suggest that they checked for stuff inside the bunker and we’d make an exhibit of what they found. Here it is.

As you can see on the picture it took even more help to fulfill the task. I could barely lift my arms as I photographed the incredibly sweet and Godsend boys, Alex and Sean with their findings, and a beautiful crew of active citizens, Marie, Nikkie, Christina, Janne, and Erik arrived to make everything great again.

Mikael K and Klondyke and Nikkie have life in the outskirts, ‘Northern Jutland on the edge / Nordjylland på (ud)kanten‘ up for debate tomorrow at Aalborg main Library. This makes me very happy.

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