16 days ago; Day -6:

When I first held the Danish krone I was shocked- at its lightness, its straight crisp outlook. I’m not too sure what I was expecting. The moneychanger was speaking gibberish – some calculator numbered language in a thick accent I couldn’t comprehend. It’s a strange feeling though, changing money. I walked to the counter holding firmly to the huge valuable sum and I’m returned with 4 toy-like pieces (damn(?) they had no change). I wonder how the people with banana notes felt the time their valuable stacks of cash turned into toy pieces; I feel like I caught a glimpse of that. Like if I threw a note on the ground now nobody’s gong to care. But if I throw our blue notes your eyes would widen at the sight of it.


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