Analyse af kortfilmen 'Sundays'

So this year I am in Denmark again, ready to report on our small activities […]. The day before St John’s Eve […] on 23 June, we drive west to Jutland and then north as far as we can go, to Skagen. On the beach in Skagen a large crowd gather around 9 pm, though the night is cold and wet. There are speeches on a stage, the longest by someone who works promoting Denmark as a tourist destination to German tourists. We try to sing along to “Midsommervise”, clutching a damp song sheet, but Danish is tricky. Gusty winds mean the bonfire can only be lit from one side, and it instantly looks dangerous. Three nonchalant firemen stand by while graduating high-school students, wearing traditional white caps that make them look like sailors in a stage musical, toss study notes into the flames. A few hardy teens strip down to underwear and run into the sea. The witch – more of a scarecrow – flow off to Germany when I am not looking. Darkness looms, and the rain grows heavier, so we walk home around half-past ten, soak to the skin.

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