My fiancée wanted to go to a Folk High School. A horrifying discovery. Early up, morning assembly, timetabled lessons and days, rituals…
Reluctantly, I went along with her to Engelsholm Højskole, where she wanted to paint. Personally, I chose the glass workshop – after all that had to be the lesser evil.
The very first day, lunch got in my way – after all, I was deeply involved in a creative process. And I went to bed long after midnight, because there was just a thing or two, I had to finish!
I then realized that it might be a lot of fun to work with glass!
That was in 2007.
The school was haunted by the way ...
