Omg! 2 days before our show and the Danish weather is with us, yaz!! Summer, 90’s music and our favorite peeps 🙏🏽🍾 Can’t wait 🎉🌟☀️
2 dage tilbage til vores show og vejret er med os...wii!
Glæder mig mig til at se mine 90s kollegaer og alle de glade vi skal spille for 🌟😊🍾
В #Дзержинске открыта промышленная площадка, на которой будут производить гондолы ветроэнергетических установок, собирать системы управления углом поворота гондолы и #системы_охлаждения .
Производство датской компании #Vestas размещается на площадке компании Liebherr. В проект инвестировано порядка 350 млн рублей. Создано более 30 #рабочих_мест , в перспективе предполагается увеличить это количество до 50.
Подробнее на https://government-nnov.ru/?id=213337
In #Dzerzhinsk , an industrial site has been opened, on which the gondolas of wind power plants will be built, to collect control systems for the angle of rotation of the gondola and the cooling system.
The production of the #Danish company Vestas is located on the site of Liebherr. The project invested about 350 million rubles. More than 30 jobs have been created, in the long term it is planned to increase this number to 50.
More information https://government-nnov.ru/?id=213337
📕🖊We are by the fountain in front of the estate supermarket. Two girls with long black hair are running around it, giggling. The rule of their game is not to soak their feet in the water. Their shoes are all wet though. In the course of the game they tell me that they are sisters. They are 4 (almost 5) and 7 (almost 8) year’s old and their names are Alina and Hadina.
In the meantime, a hefty woman approaches the fountain and lights up a cigarette. She speaks British English to her tiny, pale son. As I hear her speaking I turn and smile but she doesn’t care for my presence. She tells the boy he should enter the fountain but that he is not allowed to soak his legs because it is bedtime. The boy protests, pointing out that the other two girls are running inside the water. ‘Well, you are not them’, says the mother.
The girls don’t know the boy but they start calling him Nikolas until the older sister tells the younger that actually his name is not Nikolas. They actually don’t know his name.
The boy keeps on whining and asking the mother to allow him to soak in the water. She reluctantly agrees but forbids him to fall down. The boy happily removes his shoes and runs straight to the source of the water, getting wet from up to down. Bewildered, the two girls look at him. I laugh and his mother finishes her cigarette and tells him that they have to go now.
After they leave, Alina and Hadina come to us and ask if the baby can enter inside the water. ‘If she wants, she can but she doesn’t look as if she wants’, I answer. ‘Does the baby speak Danish?’, asks the younger girl in more affirmative than interrogative tone. ‘Not yet. For now she speaks Polish and English.’
‘I speak English’, the young one continues after a 5 seconds silence.
I switch to English but the conversation automatically dies down, so I change back to Danish.
‘Where do you come from?’, I throw lightly.
‘I come from Værebro.’
The answer shuts me up for a second. Værebro is the name of our estate. I try not to laugh.
‘Oh, alright. My daughter also comes from Værebro.’
They nod heads in understanding. The younger girl adds: