Mina fossta tuzen or på borrijnholmst: indtryk fra en förd

In 2005, I moved with my parents and my sister to Nylars on Bornholm. I was 15 years old and had spent almost every summer holiday since I was a little girl on the sunny island. It was a place I associated with sun, summer, beautiful hikes in Blåskinsdalen and sweets from Svaneke, so it wasn’t so scary to make the long trip from West Jutland to Bornholm – and just stay there. What I hadn’t thought about was that I would not only have to get to know a new school class and a new local community, but also a new language.