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by Helen Constantine

fast that it was hard to take in. In this too reactions differed

  widely. Some sat paralysed in front of the radio, others

  shot out of their seats as though they’d received an electric

  shock. Some were in floods of tears, others were in such a

  state of confusion that almost angrily they started asking

  everyone around them what the voice had said, and if it

  could possibly be true. But even for the paralysed it lasted

  but a few seconds, though it felt so long, that instant of

  stillness which for many remains in memory as the most

  unforgettable thing of all.

  * Christmas Møller’s son had been killed in April while serving with the Grenadier Guards. As an outspoken anti-collaborationist, Møller had been forced to surrender his seat as a Conservative member of the Danish parliament.

  With the communist Mogens Fog and others he founded the non-partisan underground Resistance paper Frit Danmark (Free Denmark), and in 1942

  fled with his family to London where he became a famed broadcaster to occupied Denmark.

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  Then everyone regained, in the most literal sense of the

  term, their freedom of movement. It carried them in

  one bound to the windows, where breaking voices could

  be heard shrilling rather than shouting from house to

  house across the streets: We are free, we are free! The

  Germans have capitulated, Denmark is free!

  From that moment on everything unfolded in won-

  drous confusion. People raced out of doors, consumed by

  the one desire to be together in their joy and share this

  ecstasy with each other. From the city’s outskirts, from

  suburban roads and from side streets, people came run-

  ning with flags in their hands—from wherever they could

  lay hold of them in a hurry—large and small, one so long

  that it waved like a tongue of fire from the hand of a young

  student who like a relay runner for peace dashed through

  the narrow streets round the university, drawing everyone

  along in his wake. Singing crowds followed after him with

  Danish and Allied flags in quantities and sizes which

  normally only conjurers can pull out of top hats.

  But this was indeed a kind of magic which flew in the

  face of all norms. Trams were held up and carried on

  towards the city centre with knots of people clinging to

  them or sitting right up on the roof. Somewhere, or in

  many places simultaneously, the cry went up: To Amalien-

  borg! To the royal palace! But Amalienborg that night was

  a barred fortress, not yet liberated. It was under guard,

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  albeit by the Danish police unit which had defended the

  palace during the battles of 19th September 1944, and now

  lay blocked off by barbed wire defences thrown across

  Frederiksgade, the Colonnade, and Amaliegade, so that

  the forerunners, the fastest among the throng of people,

  had to halt at the Yellow Palace. All the way back to

  St Annæ Plads, along Strandstræde to Kongens Nytorv

  pressed the crowd of tens of thousands growing wilder and

  ever more threatening as they joined together in a great

  clamour for the King. But by agreement the capitulation

  could not be made official until 8 o’clock next morning,

  and so the King’s aide-de-camp had to resort to extending

  the King’s greetings from the roof of a car along with a plea

  for patience, and his request to go home was later rein-

  forced by the chief of the Amalienborg police.

  So it was back to the Town Hall Square. On the way

  through Kongens Nytorv a vast swallow-tailed national

  flag could now be seen suspended from the balcony of

  the Royal Theatre. The actors, who at 8.30 had been sitting

  in their dressing rooms removing their make-up after the

  evening’s performance, had heard the shouts of peace

  travel from the radio in the porter’s little lodge in the

  lobby right up through all the corridors of the wardrobe

  department, and with flowing robes and wigs askew they

  pressed together faces shiny with greasepaint, in ecstatic

  embraces.

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  Elsewhere in the city things were very different. Am-

  bulances sped off to hospitals with sirens blaring, trans-

  porting the wounded from locations where the Hipos or SS

  soldiers were still active even now they knew the game was

  up. There was shooting all over the city, in Ǿsterbro, by

  the school in Alsgade, on Knippelsbro, and ward windows

  in the Kommune hospital were shattered by gunfire in

  Farimagsgade. The hospital was immediately put on a

  state of high alert, and so many wounded were brought

  in that the lighter cases had to wait for hours on their

  stretchers.

  In Store Kongensgade a crowd was going berserk in

  front of the editorial office of Fædrelandet.* When it

  looked most ominous, a group broke through in a surprise

  attack and occupied the hated paper. It was people from

  the famous underground paper Information who went

  into action.

  All this time Christiansborg was springing to life too.

  At 8.30 prime minister designate Vilhelm Buhl, appointed

  by the liberation government, was sitting in the parliament

  restaurant together with a couple of MPs, and this is where

  he learned what had happened from a pair of breathless

  Christiansborg police who came hurrying over to them.

  He went straight to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and

  * The Danish Nazi Party newspaper.

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  from there attempts were made to contact as many of the

  new government’s 18 members as possible. It was not at all

  straightforward. The fact that they were still spread out

  across the city, a good number of them in hideouts known

  to very few, the fact that they were not together and that

  many hadn’t even heard the announcement on the BBC,

  whose word was normally wolfed down every night like

  our daily bread, shows better than anything how unex-

  pected was the news.

  Hans Hedtoft* was dining at the Nordland with his

  contact man Herman Dedichen, the engineer, when the

  news was broken to them by the waiter, who served it up

  together with the dessert. Hedtoft set off for Christians-

  borg, and on the way chanced to see the German sentry on

  fortified Vesterport reverse the order of the day, lay down

  his gun, and walk back into the fortress which now became

  his prison.

  After much searching and telephoning, Mogens Fog

  was collected in a ministerial car from his undercover

  address in Charlottenlund where the clamour in the street

  had disturbed him in the midst of drafting the very Liber-

  ation proclamation which, as spokesman for the Freedom

  * Social Democrat Party leader, twice prime minister in the post-war years.

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p; Like Christmas Møller, forced to resign his seat in parliament due to his stand against the Nazi occupation, and later instrumental in the rescue of the Danish Jews (October 1943).

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  Council, he would deliver on the radio when peace came.

  He too was taken by surprise—in the middle of a full stop.

  In another safe house on Strandboulevarden, the leader

  of the armed resistance, Frode Jakobsen,* had just con-

  cluded a meeting with members of the military command,

  in addition to three representatives from the army, the

  navy, and the police, together with Ole Lippman, the Brit-

  ish forces liaison officer—and alone again in his hideaway

  Frode Jakobsen, too, had received the news through an

  open window. All that hectic night he spent between meet-

  ings in Christiansborg and the command centre in the

  ‘Stjernen’ brewery, while also working on the announce-

  ment which at eight in the morning of 5th May he would

  read anonymously over the radio, to the effect that from

  now on members of the resistance would be taking over

  responsibility for law and order.

  But by then they had already seized power. For during

  the night these young men with their blue-red-and-white

  armbands, steel helmets, and Sten guns had occupied

  every street corner and all large buildings. A hidden

  army had sprung out of the pavement armed with weap-

  ons which many of them had had a hand in concocting in

  their clandestine factories.

  * Journalist and politician, author of an important memoir of the Resistance.

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  Even so—they weren’t to be used in war! And it was

  probably this sense of what the country had almost mirac-

  ulously been spared that lent that night its undertone of

  profound thankfulness. In Denmark there were 110,000

  heavily armed German soldiers, and one can only guess at

  what horrors a battle between a small intrepid force and

  those 110,000 veterans of war would have led to.

  That is why it was not simply a jubilant but also a mild

  and kindly city which celebrated those first hours of free-

  dom. All that filled our hearts was released in songs and

  rejoicing in the Town Hall Square. Around midnight chief

  editor Niels Hasager spoke to the crowd from the Politiken

  building. On 9th April 1940, he said, the American papers

  had broken the news of what had befallen us under the

  headline ‘Denmark Murdered’. But tonight we could look

  out over the square and see we were still alive and join in

  the cheers for our country, and the wish for Norway’s

  happy liberation.

  He then handed over to Aage Schoch, a prominent

  member of the Freedom Council, who now found the

  words to express what lay deepest in everyone’s mind—

  thoughts for the young dead, the sailors, the soldiers, the

  airmen, the paratroops, and those who had fallen as sabo-

  teurs or perished in the concentration camps, and those

  the Germans had executed and tortured without mercy up

  to very last hour. It seemed a great sigh rose into the night

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  sky, and a long silence fell like a blanket over the throng of

  people.

  Through tears, at that midnight hour, peace had come

  at last, a painful, hard-earned peace—with a morning still

  to follow, when, as three hundred years earlier when the

  siege of the city was lifted, we could lay down our heads

  without fear ‘every time a gate or a door opened’, and

  where all hearts could share in the fulfilment of the 300-

  year-old prayer:

  May this lovely land

  Now flower and fruit

  Let truth have dominion

  And justice be done.

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  Notes on the Authors

  1. Hans Christian Andersen (1805–1875) H. C. Andersen,

  as he is always known in Denmark, is the country’s best

  loved storyteller. The son of a cobbler and a washer-

  woman, he came to Copenhagen at the age of fourteen to

  be trained at the Royal Theatre, but was finally rejected

  as lacking ‘both the talent and the appearance necessary

  for the stage’ (see Tale 14!). He went on to become one

  of the greatest literary celebrities in Europe. No works

  other than the Bible have been translated into more

  languages than Andersen’s fairy tales. Although these

  are what he will always be remembered for, he also

  wrote a number of plays, vivid travelogues from his

  many journeys, as well as poetry and an acclaimed

  autobiography.

  2. Henrik Pontoppidan (1857–1943) After breaking with

  the narrow Lutheranism of his childhood in Jutland,

  Pontoppidan worked as a teacher and journalist in Co-

  penhagen, allying himself with the cultural radicalism of

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  Georg Brandes and the political left. His many novels

  and stories are imbued with a desire for social progress,

  though often despairing of its realization. ‘Twice Met’ is

  set in the political crisis following the attempted assassi-

  nation of the long-serving right-wing chief minister

  Jacob Estrup in October 1885, an event which gave the

  autocratic Estrup a useful excuse to consolidate his

  regime by tightening press censorship, criminalizing

  opposition politics, and setting up the hated ‘Blue Gen-

  darmes’, a special police surveillance force. In 1917

  Pontoppidan received the Nobel Prize for literature for

  ‘his authentic descriptions of present-day life in Den-

  mark.’ Lykke-Per, his greatest novel, has finally appeared

  in English as Lucky Per (2010).

  3. Bjarne Reuter (b. 1950) Bjarne Reuter was born in

  Brønshøj, a suburb of Copenhagen and the location

  for many of his hugely popular stories for children

  and teenagers. As well as over 60 books for young

  readers, he has published novels, thrillers, short stories,

  plays, an autobiography, and film and TV scripts. ‘A

  Tricky Moment’, with its mixture of humour and

  despair at contemporary society, is typical of his adult

  stories. The ‘shabby’ TV City was the forerunner of the

  present DR Byen (Denmark Radio City) near Kastrup

  airport, opened in 2006.

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  4. Eugen Kluev (b. 1954) Eugen (Evgeny) Kluev. born in

  Russia, has been resident in Denmark since 1996. In

  Russia he is considered a master of the absurd, best

  known as a novelist, playwright, and children’s writer.

  In Denmark he has published widely on Russian and

  Danish social questions. ‘To Catch a Dane’ is from the

  2009 Danish PEN publication Herfra min verden går

  (From Here My World Begins), an an
thology of work

  by foreign writers living in Denmark.

  5. Dan Turèll (1946–1993) Prolific poet and journalist,

  popular thriller writer, and TV performer, ‘Uncle

  Danny’ Turèll believed that an artist’s work is all of a

  piece, a unique ‘oeuvre’. He was into the American

  Beat poets, jazz, drugs, anarchism, and Zen Buddhism.

  Above all he loved his city of Copenhagen, its life and

  noise and all the little stories that lurked everywhere.

  When he died of cancer aged 47, the city lost one of its

  most beloved inhabitants. His friend Peter Laugesen is

  today one of Denmark’s leading poets, who like Turèll

  performs his poetry with backing from his own band.

  ‘Rex regulus’, Willadsen's favourite bird in Turèll’s

  story, is presumably Regulus regulus, the goldcrest.

  6. Tove Ditlevsen (1917–1976) Tove Ditlevsen, who

  started writing poetry at the age of twelve, was born

  into a poor working class family in the Vesterbro district

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  of Copenhagen where the biggest employer was the

  Carlsberg brewery. Though she considered herself pri-

  marily a poet, it is often in her short stories that she is at

  her most lyrical, and at the same time most precise. Her

  work often concerns children and young people and the

  damage inflicted on them by adults and by society. Later

  in life, when she had become a household name for her

  journalism and memoirs, she suffered from a sense of

  having betrayed her working-class roots, and the work

  circles round the subsequent loss of identity. Her themes

  of insecurity and depression, love and pain, reflect her

  own life experiences. She was married four times, and

  committed suicide in March 1976.

  7. Søren Kierkegaard (1813–1855) Søren Kierkegaard,

  the ‘father’ of existentialism, was the author of numer-

  ous works of philosophy, religious thought, and social

  criticism. His daily walks through Copenhagen made

  him a familiar figure (see illustration), and like Dan

  Turèll 150 years later he drew inspiration from the city

  and its people. In his first great work, Either/Or (Enten–

  Eller, 1843), from which I have chosen a passage from

  the section called ‘Diary of a Seducer’, Kierkegaard lets

  two types of men speak with equal conviction: the

  godless aesthete who lives purely for the pleasure of

 

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