Øjebliksbilleder fra Vesterbro
- en junkie løber med hæse sejrsbrøl og en stak dåseøl
i armene gennem gaden – forfulgt af en ung fyr med slips, nystrøget skjorte og
let opgivende ansigtsudtryk...
- tre drenge mellem 6 og 12 år spiller ivrigt fodbold
i et af boldburene på Sønder Boulevard. Det er en dag med skiftende
vejrforhold. Pludselig, et kort sekund, står den mindste dreng bomstille og
udbryder med glad stemme: “Der kom solen...”
- tre unge mænd har fanget en stor gedde i Peblinge
søen. Jeg får lov at tage et billede af fisken og en af knægtene. Da jeg med
store øjne kigger på den, for mig, store fisk, fortæller han, at denne fisk er
en af de små. Jeg skulle bare vide, hvor store gedder der findes her! Før han
igen nænsomt sætter fisken i søen, siger han: “Se” og viser mig geddens
frygtindgydende tandsæt...
- fire mænd er dybt engageret i samme projekt. To med
orange hjelme. En tredje med rygsæk og et fast greb om den mindste lille mands
hånd. Den ene orange hjelm tager et sug af en smøg og peger vejledende ned i et
hul i fortovet. Den anden orange hjelm sidder inde i sin lille gravko og drejer
straks skovlen i den udpegede retning. En stor skovl jord bliver hentet op af
hullet. Nu trækker rygsækken den lille mand med sig – væk fra gravko og hul.
Den lille følger modstræbende med, hovedet er vendt bagud, koncentreret om det,
de forlader; de små ben kludrer afsted. Nu drejer de om hushjørnet, og nu
bliver han bliver optaget af noget andet, der sker i hans liv...
Snapshots from Vesterbro
- a junkie runs through the street with a hoarse victory roar and a
armful of canned bears – pursued by a young man with a tie, a newly ironed
shirt and a resigned look on his face…
- three boys between 6 and 12 years eagerly playing football in one of the enclosed pens
on Sønder Boulevard. It is a day of changing weather conditions. Suddenly, in a
split second, the smallest boy stops up and exclaims with a happy voice: “The
sun has come out…”
- three young men have caught a big pike in Peblinge lake (One of the
row of lakes encircling Copenhagen’s city centre). I’m allowed to take a
picture of the fish and one of the boys. When I look at this, for me, a big
fish, he replies that this fish actually is one of the smaller ones. If only I
knew how big the pikes are here! Before he gently puts the fish back into the
lake, he says: “Look” and shows me the pikes fearsome set of teeth...
- four men are deeply engaged in the same project. Two with orange
helmets. A third with a backpack and tight grip on the smallest of the men’s
hand. One of the orange helmets takes a drag of a cigarette and points
instructively down a hole in the footpath. The other orange helmet sits inside
his little mechanical digger and immediately turns the shovel in the designated
direction. A large shovel of soil is removed from the hole. Now the man with
the backpack pulls the smallest man away – away from the digger and the hole.
The smallest fellow follows reluctantly, dragging his small feet, his head
turned backwards, concentrating on what they are leaving behind. Now they turn
around the street corner, and now he is busy with something else happening in
his life…
