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The Great Dane is a breed of domestic dog known for its giant size.
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The fables written by Hans Christian Andersen, the most famous Dane in the world, made him an icon of world literature.
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His fairy tales made Hans Christian Andersen, the most famous Dane in the world, an icon of world literature.
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Dane prefers having dogs over cats.
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Hans Christian Andersen's stories made him the most famous Dane in the world.
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Hans Christian Andersen's fairytales made him the world's best-known Dane.
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How did you know I was a Dane?
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Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales made him the most famous Dane in the world.
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A Dane is a citizen of Denmark.
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Mamie sat on Tiny, the Great Dane to ride it.
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Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales have made him the best known Dane in the world.
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It's a Great Dane.
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I woke up late today, the 8th of March of 2022, just in time after 10:00 AM to promenade to the pizzeria to have two slices and a cold diet cola. Heading home, I saw an advertisement for a tuna croissant sandwich on the sidewalk, as well as large pieces of white styrofoam and big brown cardboard boxes littered on the way. In the alleyway, I saw the tall Dane-French Michael, smoking, who said, "You can really feel the sun!" Yes, it was a sunny day. In the sunny afternoon, I walked to the cafe, which was full. I drank my iced black tea at a table outside. There was a Filipino boy in blue shorts. A round-headed robust man that I had seen before headed to the entrance of the cafe. Before midnight, I ventured out to the corner convenience store. Men, who were alone by themselves, looked excited, as they sprinted, scootered, or walked by. I bought a bag of fried pork rinds and three cold cans of Thai tea drinks, of which one I drank just outside the store.
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In the grey-sky afternoon of the 12th of March of 2022, at home, listening, I was alternating between House, Zouk, and Afrofuturism music channels on my device. I did karaoke of the European Union Anthem in French, Spanish, and Greek. I decided to get out of the house. I saw a thick brown man in a bright red shirt and bright green track pants. Orientals did gardening. A Ugandan woman was talking in her smartphone. Walking by, a white man in a green jacket carried a big driftwood that was over a metre long. At the pizzeria, I ate a cheese pizza slice and drank a diet cola. There was a white boy with a big Afro hairdo. Heading home, I saw a crowd near the pub, and a man said, "It's a small world!" Along the way, I saw my handsome Mediterranean neighbour zip up his brown leather jacket. I encountered Michael the Dane-French in the alleyway, as he compared my appearance with shorts to martial artist Jean-Claude Van Damme. I said, "He has a nice body!"
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In the sunny morning of the 24th of March of 2022, I was drinking iced black tea at the cafe. A tallish handsome man in a tracksuit speedily came in and out to get his coffee. I went to the sandwich shop to eat a tuna sandwich and drink black coffee. I saw Michael the Dane-French on a bench outside, as he did his ritualistic crossword puzzle. I told him that my paternal grandmother, who died at 99, had the same hobby. Then, Michael recounted the time he visited his New Brunswick paternal grandmother, who spoke in Danish for an hour; he could barely understand. Then, "like the flick of a light switch," she switched to English. She died at 94. In the afternoon, I ate pizza at the pizzeria. Homebound, I saw Michael again in the alleyway. We noticed a majestic eagle was flying above in the sky.

Today in the blue-sky morning of the 2nd of July of 2022, walking back from a Lulu Island corner convenience store, I saw Michael the Dane-French. He said that he was fighting nicotine. Then, he said that it struck him to find out that I have been a great traveller of this world. "I've seen everything!" I boasted. Michael said that the best thing is "great literature whilst travelling." As a musician, Michael himself has travelled across North America, the Caribbean, and Mexico. He said that he has never been to Europe. "It's a whole different planet!" I said.

I saw blue-shirt-wearing bearded Michael, the Dane-French, this sunny, blue-sky morning of the 24th of June of 2022, along a neighbourhood alleyway on Lulu Island. We talked about American politics and the pervasive ignorance in humanity. I irksomely mentioned, "Most of humanity is not good quality." We talked about travelling around this world, as I said that I have journeyed through Asia, Africa, Europe, North America, and Latin America. A striking part of our conversation was about my Egyptian excursion. My early objective in life was to see the Great Pyramids, which I managed to do in my twenties. Egypt was like a different planet, with old French colonial buildings and multimillennial ruins. The sky was a deep blue over the desert. Michael mentioned, "That's why it's called the Dark Continent..."

My Dane-French friend Michael and I for days have been seeing strange light formations in the alley near No. 3 Road. Michael thinks that they could be related to UFOs.

"Grey Aliens" are frequently associated with close encounters and abduction claims. My Dane-French friend Michael here on Lulu Island believes in them. There seems to be a large following of the Grey Aliens. (I sometimes wonder if Michael has also Amerindian ancestry.)

Both my Croatian-descent friend Bratislav and Dane-French-descent friend Michael are followers and believers of the Grey Aliens, often associated with close encounters and abduction claims. Bratislav has a UFO kit on his smartphone. (Sometimes, I wonder if Michael has also Amerindian ancestry and Bratislav also Hun.)

Glorious London! Leviathan of human greed; palpitating hot-bed of iniquity and joy; Greek, Roman, Spanish, Saxon, Kelt, Scot, Pict, Norman and Dane have swept over thee like winter storms; and the mighty Cæsar, Julius of old, with a myriad of bucklered warriors and one hundred galleons of sailors, triple-oared mariners, defying wave and fate, have ploughed the placid face of Father Thames, startling the loud cry of hawk and bittern as his royal prows grated on thy strand, or skimmed over the marshes of thy infancy.

I talked to two Lulu Islander neighbours today, the 15th of April of 2023. Michael the Dane-French told me how his siblings telecommunicating from the Atlantic coast lambasted him about his personal stories about extraterrestrials. (Elon Musk the multibillionaire still worries about Fermi's Paradox.) Then, I saw Derek the Filipino telling me about a great lumberjack's café that also serves Chinese breakfast.

To Michael the Dane-French, I have "admiration for his methodology" concerning the strange things happening in our Lulu Island neighbourhood, strange things attributed to extraterrestrials. He collected over a hundred videos and photographs during several months.

This past February, Dane sustained a concussion when his opponent head butted him during a regular match almost immediately after the start of the match. The impact left him dazed.

Here on Lulu Island, a few days ago, I've tried the Jerk-spiced Chicken Rice Bowl from Subway, but I've yet to try the expensive Hawaiian goodies at Steve's Poké Bar. This morning, the 25th of November of 2024, after 6, still dark as night, I saw Michael J. the Dane-French, whilst I was walking. He showed me new pictures on his cellphone about strange neighbourhood lights that he attributes to extraterrestrials. I mention to him about Elon Musk's apparent position on the matter that aliens haven't visited us here on Earth, but he doesn't discount the mathematical probability that life, intelligent or not, exists on faraway worlds. He's mentioned that there may be many one-planet civilizations that may have died out. He thinks that it is important that our Terran consciousness would be propagated outside of Earth for our own security. It's important that we have a "multiplanetary" civilization, Elon opines. We don't want to be a one-planet civilization that just dies out. I told Michael my two reasons that aliens would hide from us: (1) They're higher beings that have compassion for lower beings like us Earthlings, and (2) we as Terrans and Earth as a whole could be their EXPERIMENT, so they don't want to disturb it. Later, walking, I reached Starbucks café. I drank an Iced Gingerbread Oat Chai, then a reddish Passion Tango iced tea, from my barista Emma, an Iranian. At my corner window table, I was reading the Esperanto sci-fi book La Imperio Ornaks.

This winter has been warmer than usual, so far, without snow, here on Lulu Island. In the morning, this 27th of December of 2024, I walked twice to Tim Hortons: Firstly, I ate two hash browns with an oat milk iced coffee. Secondly, I ate a sausage egg English muffin meal, including a hash brown and oat milk iced coffee. I went to Starbucks for an oat nog latte. I missed Greg, my Filipino friend, who left just before me. Then, I went to Yummy Slice pizzeria for a red-can Coca-Cola Zero Sugar. The Filipina vendor Rose was there, so we said "Happy New Year" to each other. I passed by Kin's Farm fruteria. On my way home, in the park's alleyway, I met and talked with my ufologist friend, Michael J., a Dane-French. He amused himself with the red touque on my head, with orange letters in Tagalog: "MGA AWSTRALYA ANG MGA ESTRELYA" (The stars are Australias). I told him it was about "space colonization." There are the cold and hot deserts of other worlds. Then, I went to the house of my "auntie" neighbour, Tita Zeny, to pick up her homemade "dinuguán" or Filipino pork blood stew to bring home. Lunch at home would include Filipino chicken "adobo."

I come from Denmark. I'm a Dane, and I speak Danish.

This 17th of April of 2025, I walked to Lulu Island's Tim Hortons café, early morning, after 5, there to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a sausage English muffin. The vendor was Sukhman, the elegant Punjabi lady. A big white man with tattoos on his legs was standing by the till. He was wearing a black and blue checkered shirt. Ken, also a big white man, but with white hair, sat in his usual corner. It was still dark sky outside the bay windows. Jack the Chinese man in a brown jacket rendezvoused for his coffee. Before 10, with sunny weather, I walked back to Tim Hortons café this time to enjoy a Chai tea with oat milk and a croissant. The vendor was Rikku, the affable Punjabi lady. Gary, my Cantonese friend, a fan of Vietnam, sat at the long table etched with lines of an ice hockey rink. He was wearing a black leather jacket and green camouflage Vietnamese military pants. On my way home, I met Michael L. J., my Dane-French ufologist friend. And he showed me on his cellphone another video of mysterious lights in his bedroom; he attributes them to extraterrestrials. I kept to myself my thought about the Zoo Hypothesis. For lunch at home, on my sunny verandah, I ate barbecue pork on a bed of salad with red-tinted rice. Afterwards, I was eating a Tohato-brand matcha-flavoured Japanese Caramel Corn snack from a green plastic bag. Mama has Chef Tony Buns with Egg Yolk Lava in the freezer. They are black on the outside, I think, because of charcoal or something.

Today's a rainy cooler spring day, the 16th of May of 2025. The last couple of days have been grey weather. Yesterday, at Tim Hortons café, I ate my first Chili from there. Michael L. J., my Dane-French ufologist friend, visited there. We looked at his videos on his cellphone, about bedroom light activities that he attributes to extraterrestrials. I don't mention the Zoo Hypothesis to him. He believes in the Grey Aliens or other humanoid outworlders. (I opine that outworlders may not necessarily be humanoids.) Michael and I also talked about our different snorkelling experiences in Mexico. I recounted to him about the temples at Tulum, on a cliff, overlooking a white beach and surrounded by jungle. I said that it looked "like a set in Star Trek." Michael said that he only saw it from far away. Today, anyway, I also went to Tim Hortons café, of which the highlight was my Lemon Poppyseed Muffin and later a Fruit Explosion Muffin. I had a Vanilla Oat Milk Cold Brew. I would try their Chili again, another time. I visited the fruteria Kin's Farm Market, where I bought Vietnamese Red Jackfruit the other day. I hesitated to buy big white mushrooms today.

On the 27th of June of 2025, at Lulu Island's Tim Hortons café, I was talking to Michael L. J. the Dane-French about Chichén Itzá, which one confused with Machu Picchu. I told him that I've been to the former. We both have snorkelled in the waters of Mexico on our own travels. Then, we talked about how not "space-savvy" is most of humanity, as we are both astronomers. I said that I don't often follow the news, because they're just local to "this pebble" that one calls Earth. Space is really vast! We talked about mysterious neighbourhood lights that Michael attributes to extraterrestrials or spirituality. On the 28th, I talked with Bob my Greek-Cypriot ex-neighbour who now lives in an ancient town in England. He's visiting his family here on Lulu Island. I told him that it was "my fantasy to live in an old country," as I did live in Japan before. Some of my Filipino family are seeking an EU passport and needing documents to support our ancestry in Greece. It's the 29th now, as I rest in my couch just before 4 in the morning.

In the afternoon of the 29th of June of 2025, I ate Filipino purplish ube pancakes on the blue-sky sunny verandah. I walked to Tim Hortons café to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a Turkey Bacon Club Artisan Sandwich. There was a handsome Filipino mestizo with his family. There was an Eastern girl in an elegant white dress. There was a First Nations man. On my walk, I saw my ufologist Dane-French friend Michael in a hurry to get home, so that his ice cream in his knapsack wouldn't melt.

It's hot and sunny today, this 2nd of July of 2025, here on Lulu Island. I ventured walking to Tim Hortons café several times for the usual drinks and a Turkey Bacon Club Artisan Sandwich. I saw Michael L. J. the ufologist Dane-French on the way. He was wearing an ultramodern pair of sharp orange-tinted sunglasses. He was complaining about a snobby cashier at the gas station. On his cellphone, he showed me videos of flickering spooky bedroom lights that he attributes to extraterrestrials. He's thinking more of the famous Grey Aliens, but I tend to think that, instead, they may be postbiological. On my way home, I saw Robby, the neighbour Derek's Filipino uncle, in his car. He's Baptist like the rest of their family, still less common for Filipinos, mostly Roman Catholics.

After a dinner of 4 fresh green figs, some refrigerated pickled fig pieces, and microwaved spaghetti Alfredo, eaten on the balcony under a blue sky, I sipped my iced lime water whilst watching the still street below and the big tall conifer beyond. I've been talking to Michael the Dane-French ufologist in recent days about lots of things: My university was like a vacation of smart people, Zen gardens, stone libraries, and so forth. It's different from the suburbia here. We wondered if people staring addictively for hours on their smartphone would ruin their "mind's eye"—inhibiting one's own imagination. He noticed that their device distraction did ruin social gatherings in cafés. I just people-watch and meditate in the café: It reminds me of Arthur the Japanese-American software engineer in my software workplace in Japan; he could just sit on a counter whilst just staring at a wall for a long time. Lately, I've been asking Artificial Intelligence to write ballads and travelogues in Elizabethan English and nostalgic Tagalog. I pick blackberries on the walking way to Tim Hortons café: "¡Moras!" (Blackberries!), I often exclaim in Spanish. An Ecuadorian friend has "Mora" as his surname. He is partly Amerindian, maybe Incan. Today is the 3rd of August of 2025, here on Lulu Island. I went to Kin's Farm Market to buy a bag of 4 lemons, not limes, this time.