PureInsight | July 15, 2007
[PureInsight.org] I came to
Denmark for the first time to participate in a "Quit-the-CCP" rally and
parade and also experienced Danish hospitality.
The parade began right after the rally at 1:00 p.m., with two policemen
riding on large horses leading the way. This was the first time that we
received such special treatment. One car slowly drove by, intending to
turn into another street to avoid traffic. A policewoman saw the car
and motioned for the driver to stop. Several young men danced to our
Paradise Orchestra. One little boy, who was sitting on his father's
shoulder, followed the beat of the drum by tapping on his father's
head. Someone even gave us the thumbs up and said, "Very good!" in
Mandarin.
I played the cymbals and had done this many times. During this parade I
noticed that the cymbals did not feel heavy and I played them with
ease. Before I knew it, the three-hour parade was over and I wished
that we could have had another one.
When it was time for us to go back, everyone was on the bus with group
tickets. They wanted to go to the Chinese Embassy, but I wanted to go
back to the dorm of a school. I told our tour guide who was a Danish
practitioner. He told me that the school was on the way and would let
me know when to get off the bus. He also said that after I got off the
bus, I should follow the direction of the bus up to the intersection.
Then I would take a right turn towards the first street named "SK"
where I would find a Falun Dafa banner. I followed his instructions and
got off the bus. I did not see a Falun Dafa banner or a street named
"SK." I walked to another street and it did not look familiar. I looked
left and right, but nothing looked like where we had been this morning.
I was alone in a strange city once again. I thought about my experience
of being lost in Paris in 2004 where I could not find my hotel and
roamed the streets without any identification in my wallet.
Suddenly, I remembered the piece of paper on the table at home. It had
the address of the dorm, but I was in a hurry and forgot to bring it.
How I wished I could have run into a Dafa practitioner at that moment!
I tried to calm down and reminded myself, "I am a Falun Dafa
practitioner. It has been three years since the incident in Paris in
2004, but how come I still run into problems like this? Aren't Dafa
practitioners invincible? Why can't I truly resolve this?" Meanwhile, I
saw a passerby and asked him for directions. Wow! He even spoke German!
He told me that there were two schools in the area and gave me
directions. I decided to explore both schools. At that time, I saw the
tour guide running towards me. He apologized for letting me get off the
bus sooner than I should have. Actually, it was I who should have
expressed my gratitude because this opportunity had helped me to
improve.
I am sure that in the near future I will return to Denmark to participate in other activities.
Translated from: http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2007/7/11/44746.html
