Remember the breakfasts at the Hotel Astroria ? So huge and delicious . And you took with bits of jam and bread and eggs in doggy-bags . Remember my first shower in the Grand Hotel (baths were always my thing in earliest years) . I watched a war-movie on TV while you were sleeping there . Did you know ? Remember our visit to that strange gentleman outside in a smaller city who gave us tapes of Schlager-Music ? Or Björn Winblad and his posters ? The extraordinary production of The Nutcracker by the same man with all its colours and fabulous dancers ? Or The Barber of Seville with Ulrich Kold whom we met afterwards ? Or our mutual walks in town ? Or seeing Superman III and Wargames (with a Danish-speaking computer in the movie) ? Well , yes .The trips to Copenhagen were among the finest memories of my childhood . Funny experiences . Happy experiences . Good experinces . Breakfasts and very good Danish plays . Just my Dad and me having fun together . Copenhagen , we love you .