In our weekly Monday canteen break, we discussed the pros and cons of learning the Danish language. In our group of four international students, there is a girl (we call her Elli), who just recently started her Danish-language course. My other friend and I had taken a four-week intensive course in August, but had decided to reschedule the advanced level for ‘later’ (owing to our workload in our major studies, of course).<\/p>\n
The sole survivor in our group happens to also be the only man, winning by the traditional MacGyver style of using the few words he picks up on the streets which, according to him, has worked for more than a year so far.<\/p>\n
Between eating sm\u00f8rrebr\u00f8d<\/em> and noodle casserole Elli told us that she wants to drop the Danish course which was not understandable to me. I gave the classic arguments to her: Would she not want people who stay in her home country to learn the language as well; it\u2019s about respect; blah blah blah.<\/p>\n She has just started a job waitressing in the city of Copenhagen, surely she would need some Danish vocabulary? <\/p>\n She reassures me saying, ‘No, it is an Australian restaurant. The staff only speaks English’. My argument has been killed. OK I accept that.<\/p>\n And then there is the fact that everyone here speaks English, Elli explained. It is not necessary to torture yourself for months with Danish grammar, because every Danish person out there sees through your pathetic stuttering of their language and immediately starts speaking English, all in good faith, to help you. As the Danish language keeps keeping you down, some international students have figured out a better plan\u2026 forget the Danish.<\/p>\n OK, I was ready for my killer argument. With the knowledge that Elli is single, I said triumphantly: But what \u2026 (theatrical pause) if you get to know a cute Dane, and the only thing you can say is hej (hello) and undskyld (sorry)?<\/p>\n With that I \u2013 surprisingly- sparked a fiery debate among my (by now desperate) single friends.<\/p>\n ‘Yes, where are cute Danes, who make me willing to learn Danish!’, My friend suddenly said in an impetuous tone. (I must have pushed a hot button).<\/p>\n ‘They are like pandas. There are rumours that they exist, but actually they are hard to find. And if so, they are in a zoo behind glass and only play with other pandas.’ <\/p>\n The glass is probably symbolic of the language barrier. And she is right. For international students, it is notoriously difficult to make ‘Danish friends’ and so international students end up in international groups. Maybe some Danes even consider them somehow ‘non-conformist’. Non-conformist \u2013 because this is how I saw small groups of international students at my university in my home country. Forever denied contact with locals.<\/p>\n So this is my call to Danes:<\/p>\nForget the Danish<\/h2>\n
The hot button<\/h2>\n
Dear pandas<\/h2>\n