I remember the first meeting with her mother. She just looked at me, didn’t even respond to my greeting. At first I didn’t understand what is was about but I quickly realised that life on the fifth potato row, as the Danish expression goes, is full of fear and predujice. It was a long journey of apprentice ship, an understanding of the forces behind such emotions, and at the end of it, the conclusion was very clear and simple; pure ignorance. It was mixed into emotions of nationalism, fanatical thoughts of the Arian race, being at the top of humanity in cultural and religious ways. The only knowledge of other races was through false information through media outlets and best selling novels. For each received session of hatred, I climbed up the steep wall of the valley of pain, only to slide down again. We both did that. In the end, blood was thicker than water. Or at least that finally got us to the top, each on either side, looking back at each other. Nowhere to cross, except through the valley again. Neither of us wanted to go back down there; ever again.