So we got a little wasted last night, the husband and I.
Not only have the money issues been weighing heavily, he's been also having a hard time at work. He's covering this trial and his articles are getting reworked to fit into the prevailing view that immigrants are bad and need to be locked up. He's going to try to pitch an idea at his editor where he goes and interviews the families and tries to show that the kids are human beings and not that different from the the Danski kids who throw rocks and yell "fuck the po-liti", but he expects it to be turned down. He's absolutely livid at Århus Stiftidende, the woman covering the trial was there for 10 minutes, heard the police chief on the stand, ran out and wrote this report about how dangerous Gellerup was and how the police are scared for their lives and are threatened by this young group of kids. The truth? Five are on trial for burning a kindergarten (on a Sunday night, no injuries). Two or three have never been in trouble before, two others have rap sheets as long as your arm. The cops saved up a list of things that these kids have done over two years and they're all being thrown at them now. Twenty plus counts for one kid. And then this woman's story got picked up by Ritzau and is now being printed in all the news-sources as if it's fact. All five are lumped together as being part of the crime wave that engulfs the ghetto. Of course, hers is a much more exciting story that his and fits in better with the zeitgeist.
So a couple of G&T's later and we were feeling lots better. We also had half a crack-brained plan to divest from civilization, although I think I lost my husband somewhere around the time I told him I could learn to make soap from bear fat.
We also discovered, while drinking away our worries, that we were dressed the same again. Jeans and maroon sweaters. And we interviewed a possible roommate this way! (Pre-G&T, never fear.) How embarrassing. We dress similarly ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME. And never on purpose. He went to work long before I rolled out of bed. I had no idea what he was wearing. It's just too bad neither of us noticed until we were tossed.
We're doing more interviews tonight. This time I am DEFINITELY checking to see what he's wearing.