Der er gået noget tid siden sidste udfordring (Mrs. Dundee lærte at køre bilen 500 meter til Coles!) Grunden er et langstrakt, men forunderlig projekt, som nu er i hus.
Da #the100dayprojectof100words – mit lille forløb under paraplyen #the100dayproject – sluttede tirsdag den 24. juli, havde jeg haft 100 samtaler, en om dagen, med fremmede rundt i Melbourne og på de ture/rejser, vi har været på i de ca. tre måneder, projektet har stået på.
Det har været livsbekræftende og mest af alt lærerigt. De vinkler på livet, holdninger og refleksioner snakkene har afstedkommet har rykket i mig og forhåbentlig også hos dem, der har fulgt mig. Kongstanken har været ikke dele-økonomi, men dele-refleksioner. Jeg tror på, at det er sådan, vi hver især bliver klogere på det liv, vi står i. Sådan er det i hvert fald for mig.
Det første opslag er fra 3. april, hvor jeg introducerede projektet sådan her:
Lene’s word. Met her in Port Melbourne (Lene, that me). FLYING: To me it means the opposite of sinking. It’s the feeling I have right now being in Australia with my family for a while – doing this project. The next 99 days I will ask a person on my way to tell me their favorite word and write it down. I’ll then frame it and let them comment on it. Photo two will show the place, where we met.
Lidt mere baggrund
Jeg har et års tids fulgt en illustrator på Instagram, Line Jensen, som også er nævnt på udebane.dk under “handmade”. Hun skrev i marts om #the100dayproject – hvordan det havde inspireret og holdt hende til den kreative ild i 2017. Hun opfordrede til at deltage i 2018, hvis man havde bare det allermindste lyst.
Jeg gik ind og læste mere. To kreative ildsjæle, amerikanerne Elle Luna og Lindsay Jean Thomson, tog for fem år siden initiativet til det verdensomspændende projekt. Håbet var at inspirere og selv hente inspiration hos kreative all our the world. Ideen var, at hver deltager selv definerer sit eget projekt.
I år 2018 har det genereret mere end 1.100.000 opslag på Instagram fra hundredtusindvis af deltagere. Mange har gennemført de 100 dage, nogle er faldet fra undervejs, men jeg er overbevidst om, at de fleste ligesom jeg har haft en fest.
En fest, men også tømmermænd. Hver dag at skulle poste, for mit vedkommende en samtale, har været en udfordring. At skulle kvinde sig dagligt op…I projektet er det én selv, der driver værket og sørger for det daglige opslag på Instagram. Ingen holder i ørerne. Det er det fine og dyrebare.
Jeg lavede en offentlig profil og gik så ellers i gang med at finde kolleger derude at følge. Klikkede masser af opslag igennem og fandt 400 projekter, som jeg begyndte at følge. Det viste sig hurtigt, at så mange daglige opslag i mit feed var uoverkommeligt. Jeg ville jo gerne ordentligt igennem alle.
Efter nogle uger barberede jeg antallet af projekter ned til det halve. Ca. også det antal, der endte med at følge mig.
De første 50 dage spurgte jeg efter et ord. Fra dag 50 stillede jeg spørgsmål.
Udvalg af de 100
Jeg har holdt meget af mine små, daglige snakke, men nogle af dem har lagt sig mere insisterende. De nogle er udvalgt her i kronologisk rækkefølge.
I får kun billede 1 af opslagene her. Der var altid mindst to billeder, nogle gange tre. Af det indrammede ord og af stedet, jeg mødte personen eller af personen selv. (De sidste 50 dage spurgte jeg efter et portræt og fik ja de fleste gange.)
Kelvin med overalls og sixpence sad i kanten af klitterne og faldt i et med alt det guddommelige omkring ham. Havet. Bjergene. Desværre har jeg ikke et billede af ham. Dengang var jeg endnu ikke begyndt at spørge om det.
Kelvin’s word. Met him at squeaky beach in Wilsons Prom. A dear sacred place for aboriginals and one of the most beautiful, he supplied. His word is about survival of the planet. We need, need, need to feel COMPASSION for the environment – for all that is bigger than you and me…I sat carefully listening to his 65years unbeaten eyes and voice, when he suddenly looked across to my family in the sand. “You have to show your boys by example, not only by words. Learn them how to take care of the future world. I put trust in them.”
Essensen er jeg vild med. Den gule trådrulle var med i kufferten fra DK.
Max’s word. Met him in the tram. Many people don’t like it, he told me. “It feels awkward and a waste of time, one of my friends once said.” But what do you think? I asked. “Even though I am not the worlds best for SMALL TALK, I think it’s a very underestimated concept. Small talks can lead to big talks.” And then he mentioned marriages, new jobs and life long friendships. “You have to start somewhere,” he said. “Small grows big, if there are things in common and sympathy.” Wow, a great way to see it, I thought and thanked goodbuy.
Ordene er fra min frisør. Opslaget må med, fordi grateful er et ord, jeg ved gud har brugt meget hernede. Er så taknemmelig for, at det blev. At vi kom afsted.
Nik’s word. Met him in Sandringham. It was the second time, he gave me a haircut. My word would be GRATEFUL, he said. Wow, I thought. Didn’t expect that. You mostly smalltalk at the hairdresser and now this huge word. Please tell me why, I said. “For me it’s the small to xlarge things in life. Every colour in it. He told me, that he sees a lot o people bothering about the things they don’t have or can’t have. But the focus should be elsewhere. Spot on what ever we have or are surrounded by. “It’s a privilege to live here with the world burning out there.” I put my nice new hair under the helmet and biked back to Melbourne. Blue sky above.
Faktisk sagde Maree ja til at give mig hele hendes historie om opvæksten som Black Swan. Jeg ville skrive den til Melbourne avisen The Age, der havde sagt ja til at “give it a try”. Men Maree fik kolde fødder. Det var noget med en voldelig eksmand. Hun turde ikke stå frem med billede og navn. Hun nåede heldigvis at fortælle mig om sin bedstemor, der var aboriginal – alle hendes ritualer, som nu gav mening. Det bærer jeg med mig.
Maree’s word. Met her at the Boatshed Cafe. She says, that she is attached to it, the word: BLACK SWAN. Feed it all her life. She saw her first white swan 10 years ago, when she was in Swiss, where her mother is from. The black swan only lives in Australia and some parts of Asia, she explains and tells a little story. “I once went to feed the swans with a boy from Europe. Why do they look like this, he asked. So dirty? It took me a bit, but then I answered: All Aussie swans have got at beautiful suntan.” Maree took of her straw hat and glasses and showed me her light hair and blue eyes. “I’m also black”, she said. “Like my dad and grandmother. I’m aboriginal, The Wathawung People, and I’m proud of it. Did’nt find out until eight years ago.”
Efterår i Australien ligner meget vores, men går meget hurtigere her.
Catherine’s word. Met her at AAMI Stadium at a soccer match. Her word was AUTUMN, because as she told me, it’s her best season. She loves, when the trees change look – colors. Melbourne Victory scored, so we did’nt get to talk more…For me change of seasons i also the very best. In Denmark, my home country, we have remarkable changes. Four very different seasons. Right now everything is turning green and warmer and spring after a too long winter this year. Down under – here in my life – it turns red and colder and autumn. I already love the change. Hoping for blue skys once in a while, but looking forward to the red season coming up. Indoor living and wind that goes through your bones.
Ham her var altså sjov! Billedet her er fjernet fra min profil, fordi jeg har brugt danske flag? Måske man ifølge Instagram ikke må flashe nationale symboler…
Bern’s word. Met him in Clarendon Street after he bought a little wooden boot with a red tassel. Two dollars only. “Looks Turkish,” he said. “I’m going there in a week. Now I don’t have to buy a SOUVENIR there. Got a plate from Bulgaria last week, very cheep. We go there too.” I looked at him. Couldn’t help laughing….”But that brilliant”, I said supportively. “Yes, then I don’t have to carry all this crap back home. My wife insists to bring a memory when ever we go somewhere.” He left the OP-Shop very content. I still smile thinking of this fore fronting traveler…I could maybe bring my Danish flag straight next time at work, and if he comes again, he could get it, and should he one day visit Denmark, he didn’t have to worry about the souvenir.”
Få ord, men væsentlige. Og fint korthus. Tak til Søren og Kalle!
Alex word. Met him outside South Melbourne Marked. CALM was his word. “We need all we can get of it,” was his reason why. Me too. I’ll calm down. Over and out for now.
Jeg kendte ikke begrebet, før Sue introducerede mig til det. Kan så godt li´ det. Bare lyden af det.
Sue’s word. Met her in the back of the OP-Shop, where donations come ind. “You always know when it’s MELLOW. It’s a feeling you get in the stomach.” She gave me a picture of it. “It’s lying in the sofa with a dyna and chocolate, fire in the wood burning stove and a good movie at the tv”. Oh I love that word…actually photo 2 kind of gave med that feeling. Suddenly Adam came ind with strawberries. “Donations for the crew,” he said, and I had at least five of them. Tasted of summer.
I solen med Mary.
Mary’s word. Met her in the sun, when I was walking towards the Gatehouse. Her word was CROSSWORD, as she was doing one, when I came up. She loves them. Solves them every day. “Keep the brain busy”, she said. Mary is born in Tasmania. Left for Melbourne, when she was eighteen. She is now 86 years old and has less wringles than me, having the same age as her children! She used to ring her mom back in Hobart, when she struggled with a crossword. Her mom was brilliant. Unfortunately she isn’t there anymore Lived to be 92. “I had a really triggy word last week, couldn’t figure it out. What do you call a very, very thin soup? I asked my busdriver and he asked google. The answer was gruel”, she was one big smile. “It’s an old word. Could have bit my tongue. Of course. Gruel it was”! I got her phonenumber, so we could meet for coffee some day. Such a nice Mary she was. like her name sister in Denmark, also from Tasmania, married to our future danish king.
Jenny er en af tusindvis af unge, der er kommet hertil som barn eller ung, fordi Australien er symbolet på det forjættede land, hvilket det jo på mange måder også er. Men det er tough at være ung og så langt hjemmefra.
Jenny’s word. Met her in Flinders Street, where she studiet to get a cosmetology license. FISHING was her word. Reminded her of Myanmar, where she was born and lived until she was six years old. In Melbourne she has been for the last 13 years living with her aunt and uncle. Jenny remembers the fishing in the lake with her grandma and grandpa as was it yesterday. Loved those hours. “The water was so fresh and clear. Nature is amazing back home.” She has´nt been back since. Wishing so much to go, but waiting for her AU citizenship. With that in hand it would be possible. Still it’s only a dream. Talking more about fish, she tells me that her favorite combination is sushi & cappuchino. “I know, it’s weired”, she laughs, “it’s weird”, but it’s good.”
Får det mere og mere som hovedpersonen her.
Joseph’s word. Met him near Port Melbourne Beach. His word was OCEAN, and he carfully explained the reason why. “I’m from Iran close to the ocean. In Melbourne I live close to the ocean too. The ocean makes me feel at home.” His wife came along, they should leave, she said, but before he had this last remark. “It makes me human. Something is bigger.”
Den må med, fordi den så rammende illustrerer et moderne familieliv, i hvert fald med mindre børn. Jeg sad der sammen med hende, observerede hvordan venner kom forbi og telefonopkald til både kunder, ægtefællen og chefen fyldte – hvordan hun forsøgte at være nærværende alle steder.
Annie’s word. Met her in Snow White, where we both sat with our laptops to work. (Free WIFI and good coffee). Her word was JUGGLE. “It came right away, when you asked”, and she explained why. “Today I’m working from home…that means, here in the cafe. My two kids are across the street in the Primary School, and I had to go with the youngest this morning for at reading session. Working in town my time is better used here.” She admits, that juggling right now is a great issue in her life, but also in the life of many of the women, she knows. “We juggle on daily basis with family, job and friends. To get it all right.” She tells me, that while she was working today, she had two friends passing by for a quick coffee and a talk. “One of them got a phonecall, that her uncle had passed away, and she started crying. This was sad and needed a bigger conversation, that we could actually have. I really feel today, that I was juggling being both a good mom, friend and employee.” I ask her, how she thinks, she is doing – in general. “Mostly it works. Luckily I have a understanding boss and a husbond, who is flexible, but it’s quite a balance in moderne life.”
Man ved bare aldrig her i livet…
She passed me on her way to the beach, and a bit later I went down to ask her the question posed by ava_saurus. “Where is your happy place?” Sara’s reply was unexpected. “I don’t have a happy place. Not any longer.” She began to cry. I looked at her. Did’nt really know what to do. Patted her gently on the shoulders and said, that I was very sorry for asking. She told me, that it was alright and also ok, that I shared the answer with you…”My son Steven had a stroke in March last year. It came out of the blue. He can’t move or talk. Not anymore. He is 43 years old, and has a seven year old son.” She told me, that he has been in and out hospitals, but only improved a bit. Sara lives in Tasmania with her partner, but has spend month in Adelaide with her son since the stroke. Today she was going home with the ferry for some weeks, before she would come again. “I live near the ocean in Tasmania. The beach used to be my happy place.” She cried again, quietly. Telling me that she had two other sons and four grandchildren and that the family was strong, but that she felt powerless. “If I could only turn back time.” She looked me into the eyes, we shook hands and I wished her all the best with the biggest hope of her son getting better. I am still very touched by the meeting. Thought that question would be a easy one to pose.
En søndag, hvor jeg havde tømmermænd. Faktisk ikke bogstavelig talt, men motivationsmæssigt. Fik dagens første og lidt senere andet nej! Ikke sket før…Men så sad de der pludselig.
“How do you experience unconditional love?” Garret_girl’s question…this afternoon I posted it to Christine and Norman. We were sitting at the same table in the sunny yard at the South Melbourne Marked. Actually I asked them another question (you get that tomorrow), but this story is meant to be today’s. “We met in a dancehall and I asked her for a dance. The music was “The Last Walz” by Englebert Humpernick.” Christine took over and told me, that he followed her home that night. Her and her maid. No kiss. No nothing. She was shy and 20 years old. She liked his fine nature, but it wasn’t love by first sight. For him it was! “When I came home that night, by brother asked, if I met somebody. I said yes, I met the woman I’m going to marry.” Norman was hit by Christine. Had this electric feeling all over his body. As I asked him, what he loved about her, he closed his eyes – turned towards her and answered: Her smile, her everything. ” Nine month later they got married and 11th January 2019 it will be 50 years ago.
Svaret her kom herligt bag på mig.
“If you could change one thing in life, what should that be?” #ancapandrea’s question, posted to Neha having a break from her job. She was quite excited about her reply. “The change should be, that men could be pregnant and give birth.” Neha tells me, that she is five month pregnant with her second child. She comes from Delhi, India, and had an arranged mariage six years ago. She was introduced to her husband through Facebook one month before their mariage. “In ancient India men were like Gods, and women were slaves. It’s improved since then, but not enough, still indian women do much more that the men in the house. Cooking, cleaning, talking care of the children, even if they have a job.” She explains that actually, she has been lucky with her husband. He helps her a lot more than the average indian man. For instance he too was taking care of their crying baby during the night. “Still you would like him to be able to become pregnant?”, I asked her. “My husband has no idea of pain. I have a lot of abdominal pain in these month, but he can’t really understand. If men could be pregnant too, they would experience themselves what happens to the body, and they would feel more responsible for their children.”
Vi har talt om det løbende – mindre kød i livet. Søren og jeg har i hvert fald, drengene stritter. Men nu har vi kastet os ud i det. Mødet her skubbede også på. Tre vegetardage og én med fisk…skal da kunne lade sig gøre!
“I became vegan two years ago. No meat, no milk, egg, cheese etc.” I asked him why this change, what convinced him? Matthew told me, that you have three options in life, if you want to care about the environment., which is today’s question from me. (Work up this morning thinking: Have to ask about this).”Either you stop going by plane. Stop eating meat or you stop having children.” Gosh! I said, the last one is dramatic, how come? He answered. “Imagine how much impact you have on environment and then image how much impact your children would have. Not having them prevent their impact.” He smiled and said, that he personal chose to skip meat, as he loves to travel and even though he tries to avoid flying too often, he wouldn’t miss the possibility. “Physical I feel a lot better living as a vegan. Also with my new diagnosis, it’s easier to cope with.” Matthew explains, that he few month ago was diagnosed with Diabetes 1. “Probably my new lifestyle endured the disease, the doctor said, and it’s not hard to follow the diet, I have to follow for the rest of my life, with the way I live now.” Matthew is 27 years old and gives himself insulin injections daily, but assures me, that he is doing fine! I am very inspired by his decision. Maybe not vegan, but to eat 70% vegetarian as a family for a start, that’s actually realistic.
Julian var en kær og klog spilopmager. I får også lige et billede af ham (længere nede). Lutter lokker.
“I can think of what ever I want, and then I make it. Sometimes I feel, I have power in my hands.” Julian is 9 years old. I met him in the danish school this morning. My son is usually helping out with the teaching, but he had a soccer game, so mum took over. Loved it! Todays question is by me. Had to be posed (Julian was drawing these magic drawings, after we learned about the danish seasons.) “What does imagination mean to you?” I asked him. “With my superpower I have a lot of fun. Not everybody has imagination, don’t you know? And that is really a shame. Imagination is important, because it is fun and exiting.” I ask him, if he could draw me the same figure but on a blank paper? He just looked at me, puzzled, with his curly all over his head hair and then replied. “I can never make the same again. I will not even get close to it. To draw a similar one is not to have imagination!” Gosh – how could I ever suggest that, sorry Julian. Got your point! You can see his first drawing her.
Jeg så ham på vej over i Lagoon park, hvor jeg ellers havde planlagt at finde dagens person. Men hundene for omkring. Umuligt at finde en rolig ejer. Da jeg gik tilbage, sad han der stadig.
“Why is death so hard to talk about?” We discussed it at dinner last night, so I decided to ask this question today. Grant was sitting on his phone, waiting for a friend, but said yes to be disturbed. “People are scared of the unknown. There is no rational or logic about death – when or how happens.” He explained that death is usually very close to home. Everyone knows a person, that passed away. “It stirs deep emotions. Therefore it’s hard.” I wonder if he was afraid of dying, and he answered, that this was triggy one. “I think that dying is actually not the scaring part. It’s more that I’m afraid of. what I’ll miss, when I am gone.”
Sava fik spørgsmålet stillet mandag før hendes fødselsdag. Hun havde inviteret os til Black Rock for at fejre på forhånd. Sava, Jan, Vigga og Stinus er den familie vi fandt via deres blog på nettet. De flyttede hertil for 7 år siden og har været fantastiske for vores tid her i Melbourne.
“Next” comes in many variations. My cousin who I love to bits and who is so different to me started collecting tea towels and cutlery from when she was 13. She started the preparation for the future, this “next” step in life with a man she was yet to meet…” Today’s question to Sava, “What’s next?” is suggested by lisathornleyinteriors. I met Sava two day before her birthday and thought it would be a good time to ask. “I never understood why my cousin did it. Next to me often lies much closer to the present. I make lots of plans, but often they relate to the next home cooked dinner, the next get together with friends, the next escape out of the cold and dark winter in Melbourne, my next spin class…I collect the happy moments of the past and use them as a guideline for my next.” Sava mentioned, that maybe she is a bit cynical, but there is a reason for it. “Who knows if I am here in 10 years time? In two? Or even tomorrow? It’s the next that lies just around the corner, that makes me happy. Excited. Hopeful.”
Her trak jeg altså familiekortet… og endda på Sørens fødselsdag. Fødselaren har tegnet og også hjulpet mig undervejs, når noget skulle ligne.
He has been listening to her for 83 days. Talking enthusiastic and a lot about this project. Now she hopes to persuade him, her husband in life Søren, having his 52th birthday today…and he nods! We both learnt this expression lately. Bucket list. Contains life. (But also death!!) “What is still on your list”, I ask. Long pausing. “I would definitely like a baghand like Federer.” “How realistic is that on a scale from 1 to 10?” I ask him. “Quess 1. He laughs and continues. “A more realistic one would be a house/home near the sea. I tried it for six month now, and I love it”. How realistic is that then? I ask? “5 or 6,” he replies. “The location is expensive. But it just needs to be a very little house.” I take a deep inhale. “Denmark or somewhere else? Australia?” “Doesn’t have to be Denmark”, he replies… Silence between us. (The wife very excited). “You have a third thing?”… “For years I thought of joining a mission to outback of Greenland as a ENT-doctor. I have to do that. It’s a 10”. I tell him, that I appreciates his chosen dots and especially the home-dot. Walking hands in hands near the sea… (and maybe even overseas).. you get depended on that! And never too old.
En oplevelse af at blive sat på plads. Helt fair. Tak for det!
“Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you get”…Forrest Gump. Sometimes I have that feeling, when I ask my questions, and that’s actually the best part. I asked Cameron today. “What is it about women, that you really don’t understand?” (Tomorrow I would ask a woman the opposite). He looked a me, confuset, annoyed? “Everything and nothing”, he replied. What do you mean with that, I kept asking. “You build up stereotypt with that question. Women or men, it’s not about gender, its about being an individual.” Please explain that, I said. “People. You, me – everyone – should be defined by their actions not by their gender. I don’t like this male or female cliché general stuff. I just married, and that’s what I told my wife in the speech.” (Touché, that how I felt right then). But what do you then love about women… I mean, your wife, I asked very carefully? He laughed. “Her patience and her tolerance with me”. And then he blinked. “Not as her husband but as an individual.”
Jeg/du/vi…er bare så privilegerede, hvor vi bor, ånder og ytrer os.
He sad on a bench by the river, told me, that he wasn’t that good at English. Then we are two I said and posed my question. “What makes a happy nation?” He didn’t have to think long. “The goverment! Their policy and their actions.” Haican told me, that he is an engineer from Turkey living here on a 18-months working visa. His girlfriend Seda is here too, She arrives while we were talking. “16 years ago Turkey was a good country, living in peace. Turkish, Arabians, Europeans. In spite of different cultures and religion, this was possible. But no longer. With the current prime minister people are separated. It’s them and us! He is not good for our country.” We talk about the fact, that Melbourne is a exquisite multicolored city, where everyone is welcome and accepted. The government encourages this. “In Turkey we no longer have the freedom to speak. What makes a nation happy is the presence of justice.” They both agree, that they don’t feel unsafe back in Ankara, their hometown, but they experience the lack of justice. Our government doesn’t represent their people. We want peace and understanding.” Haican writes the word justice in both English and Turkish, but when I ask for a photo, I finally undersstand the seriousness… This openminded, warmhearted couple doesn’t want to show their face on instagram. They had criticized the prime minister! Freedom of speech is so naturally a part of my identity as a dane and also as a Melbournian. Wished Seda and Haican all the best. And their Turkey.
Lytte, tale mindre, lytte, tale mindre, lytte, lytte, lytte.
Brendan and I attended the same conference about the great organization “Cycling without age” and during lunch I posted him this question: “What is the most important ability a person can have?” He said. My aunt was a very social and lively person and very good in conversations. She asked into peoples lives and showed an sincere interest. Whenever she came across people, that wouldn’t respond, but do all the talking themselves, she had this great expression. She called them: One way traffic people!” Brendan explained about the ability listening, that it connects to acknowledging the person, you talk to and respecting what the person has in mind.“ People being self absorbed don’t really engage.” He also mentioned another group of not-engaged – actually they do listen, but quickly they tend to top everyones story. “I once had a college that when ever someone told something, she had experienced the same or even a better version. She took over.” He pauses. “You miss out so much in life, if you don’t listen.”
Føltes som en lettelse, men også som et stik i maven. Vil savne det, men nu skal tiden bruges på andet dejligt. På lyd!
I’m running out of words…..no, smile.. never in a lifetime, I hope and I am sure. Because they are inside and outside, a bit everywhere. I am a worddude, talking a lot, trying to listen as much as I talk (not always as good at it, but trying)….being grateful for all the open arms and minds I met through those last 100 days. I’ll stop for now. No more words or questions from me on this #. I want to thank all of you. Warmly and widely for following, reading, commeting. I loved this project. Had so many wonderful talks. Smaller, bigger, some light some heavy. A talk a day keeps the doctor away…I really came to think about this. Not an apple does it, but a talk! People don’t feel lonely, if they have someone to speak to. And with a project, you have an occasion to approach a stranger. Gosh! If just everyone had a little project to go with, everybody could talk to everybody. I sat at Guiltly Moose today, where they serve the best coffee and I asked my waiter Ida to comment on my todays chosen by me last word. “Thank you”. Here is what she said, and with her words, I’ll wave goodbye and maybe cry a bit – but only joy tears… “Thank you means that somebody sees you and recognizes your effort. Australians are actually quite good at it. Even kids are. They said it a lot and they mean it. This is good. For me thank you are such important words both for the one saying them and the one receiving them. It’s a good way to connect and show appreciation.”
Alle 100 opslag gemmer sig på #leneoutzenfoghsgaard