Dispatch from Copenhagen

So, as I sit in my friend's Christianshavn apartment, working away on yet another geeky project, we can't help but notice the presence of the police across the street. We weren't the only people who noticed--not only were the cops there, but so was an ambulance. Not long after, a stretcher is wheeled out with only a pair of construction boots visible. What is going on? We think and ask the police. According to them, a man has been stabbed by a a group of immigrant boys down the street. But the story seems suspect--if he was attacked at the local 7-11, which they claim, what was the victim doing across the street? We watch as the ambulance, police escorted, drives away leaving behind a team of police officers.
My friend and I were too occupied with our project to have heard anything--and we were gripped with disbelief that a crime of such a horrific nature could have happened so close to us. We talked about the wave of crimes that have recently gripped Copenhagen. When I first moved here, Copenhagen was a relatively safe place, gun violence and other gruesome attacks a rarity. Lately, they seem to occur every other day, reminding us that even Denmark is not immune to the general insanity the world at large seems to suffer from.
It turns out that they make an arrest: a friend of the victim. The victim is not in danger of death and it might have been his very friend who committed the stabbing. The story of a group of immigrant boys might have been a lie, told to divert the attention of the police.
What a strange occurrence in the middle of a Monday night, in what has always, until tonight, been a relatively calm town. I can't help but wonder if the Copenhagen Police is even equipped to deal with drive-by shootings and gang warfare, not to mention the occasional friendly stabbing. I can't think of how wrong I was to think that I left all of this behind in Brooklyn, New York.
Well, I guess wherever you go, there crime is.
farvel,
lab