Sure, I like animals, don’t get me wrong. I’m more or less one myself.
Please excuse me for being so Frank. After all, my name is Jes, not Frank, so I guess we’re kind of the 2018 version of the one-man James Brothers’ Gang: I’m Jesse and I’m Frank.
I don’t know for sure whether or not The Royal Mail in Denmark, these days governed more or less by Swedish funds and now called Post Nord.
Now all the local election posters had gone. The election is over, the counting finished and the seats in the municipality are occupied.
Have you ever met someone who died? Someone who died and lived to tell about it? Sounds bizarre and incredible, right? Well, I know a Danish gentleman, living in La Herradura, who has had that unfortunate (or should I say fortunate?) experience.
Is it acceptable for doctors not to attempt to save a life? Is it okay for doctors to decide ahead of time, whether a patient who goes into cardiac arrest, should be resuscitated or admitted to intensive care?
I am home in Vancouver, Canada and have just come back from a visit to Stanley Park, one of the city’s most popular and visited attractions. In this wonderful and lush park you will find totem poles, an aquarium, a rose garden, a sea wall, bike trails, pools, playgrounds, not to mention a multitude of monuments and statues.
It is somewhat nerve-wracking writing an article about someone who is a writer himself. I am talking about my life-long friend, Henrik Mortensen. He is the author of the book, Fly Casting Scandinavian Style, and is currently working on another.