Update from Mars



Last week I had the distinct pleasure of interviewing Aisha Fukushima for DK.DOX on International Peace Day.

Aisha Fukushima is a RAPtivist, combining Hip Hop with social activism around the world. I first met Fukushima a few years ago, when we shared an evening of performance at Kimia - a cafe/performance space in Copenhagen's Nørrebro district. 

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