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Amsterdam III

Back in Copenhagen, it’s always nice to dream away. And as I’ve been going back in time, to write my piece on Lucien Carbin for World Muaythai Magazine, I just remembered my new lost friends in Amsterdam. Didn’t really got around to name them, cause they constantly moved – so sometimes I wasn’t sure, if it was one of their cousins, that moved in. But managed to snap a few photos of them:

They don't look big here, but they were!!!

Not and Afraid sitting in the corner

And NO!! They didn’t crawled under my skin and laid eggs!  Liam and Rich – bad boys for teasing me. Was really not that funny!!

Asides from that, we were a strange little bunch of people – gathered just to train with Carbin. Rich – a friend from UK/ Phuket, Liam (boyfriend from Ireland) and me (Banana girl from Denmark). Like my two earlier posts says, training was much more challenging than from what I’ve ever tried before. In lots of aspects, way tougher than Thailand, and I have to agree with Rasmus Zøylner – friend from Siam Gym – that after a certain point, one would learn more from training in Holland, than the usual trip to Thailand.

Thailand is great – but if you have a lot of fight experience and got your basics down – Holland is the place to take your skills to the next level. Maybe not all of Hollands gyms – but Carbins Fighting Factory, Golden Glory, Pancration, Mike’s Gym etc. They all have world-class fighters! Also – dutch fighters works a lot on the angles and not only focus on power, as the thais. Which makes it good – like Lucien says: Mix it up!
And to top it off – the dutch have always been a nation of fighters. No matter who in the martial arts world you talk too: Taekwondo, karate, Jiu jitsu, boxing – they all know the dutch reputation – which is kind of odd, one would think they would take it more easy in Am*dam city, hehe 😉

Am*dam btw definetly still one of my favorite cities in Europe!  Only had a brief encounter with the city this time thou, as more important things were on the menu for this trip (read: Training and learning new stuff!!). Guys for some reason didn’t have the same feeling about the city. Tried talking to both Liam and Rich about the splendid architechture in Am*dam, but could just as well, has been talking about the Bridget Jones Diaries – didn’t really get any respond. Odd!

Anyway – back home and single girl for a while, its back on training and stuff… (work). Had a great training in Siam yesterday evening, and felt good enough to join Johnny De Limas morning box today. 1½ hour of boxing – really good, just to focus on the hands. I’ve noticed over the last couple of months, that my speed in the combos has slowed down. (If training in Amsterdam, I’m sure they would pick up, cause the combos are so crazy – and he (Lucien) wants them with speed). So being back in a straight boxing class felt very good and needed.
Did try out some combos, and it went surprisingly good.

Later today its the teaching marathon in ABC! Looking forward to see all my superwomen and men again!


Oh, you’re a banana


Just like the hermeneutic paradigms around sexes – women as objects for the male subject, so are racism a paradigm that everyone knows about, but only the coloured really knows about. Just like almost every woman can tell a tale about being objectified as a sexobject, rather than a person. (Not that this can’t be good! – This note is not to discuss the value, only the experience). Every coloured person living in a pre-dominant white society, can tell a tale about racism.

A thing that happened to me (again) yesterday, made me think of all this and made me decide to share my thoughts on this.. rather peculiar subject.


And what happened, might you ask. The scene: A coffee shop in Copenhagen. Me with an old friend, we’re going to catch the new 007 movie, but having a talk and a latte before moviestart. In a respond to a discussion about the racial clima in Denmark, I answer my friend, that me and other ‘wrong-coloured’ people do feel the political shift that happened some eight years ago in Denmark with the Fogh government – he kind of exploded in my face. ‘I hope you didn’t call yourself ‘wrong -coloured’. You’re as danish as me’ (actually this expression does sound better in danish: ‘fejlfarver’, as one of the few words). And he looked grimly at me, as I had just called him hill-billy-white-trash-I-want-to-kick-your-as*.


I experienced this reaction before, amongst friends. Not everybody gets, that it is a very sarcastic – but also – in some sense – a necessary way of speaking about these things. It’s partly about making jokes on the whole ‘racial’ thing, but partly also about taking the power back from the words. Just as hardcore women in rap culture, calls themselves bitches and take away the power from the word ‘bitch’, uttered by misogynist men. We – the ‘wrong coloured’ danes – take away the power of words uttered by the racist danes.


I tried to explain it, but he just couldn’t get pass the words and my upbringing. (Which Im sure, many of you, who might read this, won’t understand either). So basically – He didn’t get it at all – and I stopped trying to explain. In a way this is sad, as it is in the small – face to face – situations that you actually can make a difference in peoples understanding. But at the same time.. I had this discussion before and funny enough – almost all my ‘bi-racial’ or fellow ‘bananas’ and ‘coconuts’ friends get it.

But people in the majority who thinks of themselves as non-racial, really have a hard time understand, that, you (their friend), will use theese expressions. And some maybe, like my other friend, won’t accept for a minute, that you even talk about racism.



It was oblivious my friend thought, that I was talking trash about my race, about all races but Caucasian. And that would (of course) be a shame, if he was right. But of course I don’t trash talk my race – hey we’re an absolutely stunning race, the Asians!


But with the terms of being ‘a banana’, you do get the right to make funny remarks about everyone’s race – being a walking (perceived cultural and racial) contradiction gives you this right.

And btw. It’s not a banana; it’s a banana-split!