Destination » Destinacija | 101 the large vessel had sailed some twenty kilometres out onto the turbulent open seas, as if by some dedicated conceivable command, there began a well-coordinated march of blonde northerners to some kind of duty free shop aboard ship – the ship had entered international waters and alcoholic beverages were nowmuch cheaper than they’d been on land. Everyone was stocking up on supplies for the expensive life on land, but good parts of thepurchased goodswere consumed immediately, there on the sun drenched decks... I watched thewhole operation “Drunken Ship” live, safely from the sidelines, until I remembered a saying of the ancient people of Northern Denmark, the Inuit: ‘when you arrive in a village, act like the inhabitants of that village!’ Thanks to uncompromising respect for the motto of those wise, ancient people, I soon forgot even the name of the ship, and the traditional Danish brandy made of various herbs that I then bought andabused. I checkedafterwards; it’s calledGammel Dansk... However, the Danes adore these boat tours precisely because of the low (actually not inflated) prices of alcoholic beverages. When I was offered the chance, a few days later, to take a trip to Sweden, I chose to go by ship, even though thewondrousØresundbridge-tunnel has existed between these two countries since the year 2000. Guess why! Hillerød I spent most of my time in Denmark in Hillerød. A townof just thirty thousand inhabitants, it still lefta really strong impressiononme. It looks like something someone made in themenu of a computer game as the ideal place to live. The houses and buildings appear as though they were built of Lego bricks, the parks and ponds look like paintings of oldmasters and the swans behavemore reasonably than many of the people I’ve met in my life. The sea is some twenty-five kilometres away, Copenhagen is forty kilometres from Hillerød and Sweden fifty at most. Not a bad location, right? I first stoppedby thepost office to send amanuscript to a prominent Danish publisher, so that hewouldn’t bedeceived intopublishing the translatedwritings of a Serbianwriter (if you think about it, you’ll guess which). I did not recognise the post office until my host, Boris, convinced me that it was really a post office and not Santa’s workshop. The counters are red, low and have no glass. Onmany shelves are stuffed bears in postal uniforms and similar items for sale. It had air-conditioning and presumably ionised air, making it like the air that caresses the alpine breeze. The clerk, who spoke English with the accent of a cordial London housekeeper, solved all my problems in four minutes and thirty-six seconds, which is the second repeat of such a result since I started measuring time in Denmark. She sent me on my way with the words “Good luck with that book, it looks pretty interesting!”, I guess to finish me off. I fell in love with Denmark at first sight! Walking through Danish cities, I was surrounded on all sides by simple but ingenious solutions- fromordered streets and traffic to numerous feats of architecture and design. It is interesting that very few buildings have plastered facades- everything has been built in the finest detail with perfectly fitted brickwork facades, which, aged over time, look even better. The only thing I didn’t manage to seewas the colour of their soil – as either lawns or flowers are perfectlymaintained everywhere. Thewhole time I was expecting the Teletubbies to turn up and start bothering me with their meaningless jokes. Everything isOK I asked myself what the invisible force could be that ensures everything is so OK in this country. Before I began the performance of presenting books in a beautiful hall in the city centre, I received the keys to the changing room, where even Adele would make herself comfortable routinely and without discomfort. At one point I thought it would be a good idea to use some large paper and a pen during the meeting. And, lo and behold, a large block of hanging paper had already been prepared on the wall, along with thick felt-tip pens in six colours. It was as if someone was reading my mind... Then they let me choose a wireless microphone, offering me several models that differed in terms of size, design and the colour of the sound amplified and transmitted. I chose a black one that lay inmy hand the way I imagine Excalibur once felt in the hand of Arthur. It gave my voice a pleasKo je Uroš Petrović On piše knjige za decu i mlade koje pomeraju granice u savremenoj srpskoj književnosti. Od zbirki pričamozgalica i romana u zagonetkama do fantastičnih pripovesti, dela ovog autora su originalne pustolovine koje nagrađuju čitaoce. Razmrdavanje vijuga, susret sa čudesnim, neobičnimali i zastrašujućim, raskošnamašta i osobeni humor u njegovim knjigama sve više postaju omiljeno štivo i za odrasle. WHO IS UROŠ PETROVIĆ? He writes books for children and young people that shift the boundaries of contemporary Serbian literature. Starting fromcollections of stories – puzzles and novels in riddles, to fantastic narratives, the works of this author are original adventures that reward readers. With twisting curves, encounters with themiraculous, peculiar, but also frightening, the splendid imagination and specific humour of his books ensures they are also increasingly becoming the favourite readingmaterial of adults too.