Andre's story

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Andr's story

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Briefly Im 27 years old live and work in Cambridge, UK.

In winter of 1992 Jan to be exact I was heading for the Airport my brother was taking me and I felt excited like I was going on a new adventure.

Previously I had been to private school the American international school in London. It was a fee paying school but when my father ran into financial problems I had to leave.

A year after my leaving my mother spotted an advertisement in a shop for Humana peoples charity, and she picked up a big white brochure on this place called Tvind International School in Denmark.

At home she discussed with me about this foreign school like a boarding school but with all European children and charity work.

My poor mother if only she knew what I know now, she would of never sent me.

Anyhow my mother rang the number and we arranged an interview with a person in west London, hanger lane on the Piccadilly line, so we travelled over to this person, a women but a name I cant remember. She seemed pleasant and interviewed me.

She told me how the school was involved with charity and had a big thing with music.

I loved the idea of being free and abroad, as I always liked travelling and my mother was European it seemed like the perfect thing to do. I arranged to fly out in Jan to Billund Airport in West-Jutland to start my new school.

The airport was cold and I was bit nervous I said goodbye to my brother and flew to my new life. I arrived in Billund at around 10.00pm in the dark as I got off the plane it struck me that the weather was freezing but that didnt deter me.

I was met by a man about mid 40s early 50s with glasses he seemed like a nice sort of guy I cant remember his name but if I saw him it would click. We drove up through Jutland past a few towns and then into Ulfborg as we drove through the town I remember it reminding me of a scary film, you know where people dont drive to or where they never leave. We approached a driveway off of a country road and the place was huge not just one school but about 6 of them there were playing fields a swimming pool and many other places.

I walked in what appeared to be the dining hall there were about five teachers there to greet me, it was like they had found there long-lost son. I sat down they introduced themselves I remember a few of their names:  Ken a short blond haired Danish man, Birgitte a thin women who could roll up a cigarette with one hand, David an English man who had a beard and smoked a pipe, Katherine a music teacher and one of the head teachers, and the head mistress I cant remember her name but I will never forget her.

And the man who drove me here.

They all welcomed me to Tvind gave me tea and some supper. I was happy but how wrong I could be.

I was shown to my new accommodation and a boy introduced himself as Chono.  He was my new flat-mate in our ground-floor flat if you like there was another kid called Mickal and someone-else.

I had brought with me some Baileys and 100 cigarettes so as a gesture of goodwill I shared this with my new friends and it went down very well.

The next day I was shown around the place there were many different schools and places there was one in particular with some sort of African flag on it.  This caught my eye and asked what it was, this kid chono told me that all the people in the building had Aids or Hiv and that they were from Africa. Being quite open-minded I suppose it didnt bother me but it seemed a bit strange that you would have something like that in a school. Generally the place was great and we had the worlds tallest power producing windmill hence the name TvindMollen which I later worked on.

I could tell you word for word the goings on at Tvind it would take a year, generally the place was great I played sport a lot I was in the fresh-air we could smoke freely it was like a naughty school for children.

But the truth become greater when I started to get closer, I was occasionally bullied for being English there was one boy who was really massive he used to wrestle and would chase me on a regular basis there was two kids that I kind of felt I had to look after them they were half irish but really short for their age. They were bullied quite a lot but they caused mayhem.

Sometimes we would wonder off into town and have a look around, because my Danish wasnt great I would speak English out of all the people I met when I mentioned Tvind they kind of looked horrified I know now why that is.

We used to go on many trips to recycling places and other areas in Jutland.

Flower selling was the worst we had to raise money for our trip to England.   We were told that we should tell everyone to who we were selling that the money would go to humana charity in Africa for the sick.

Ken our teacher used to drive us around in The white landrover defenders always nice and shiny (because I used to wash them). I was told to say Vil do kobe un blomster which I think means would you like to buy a flower.

I remember selling the flowers at 60krone a piece we all had about 10 flowers in one tray. We did this for about 1 month 2 days a week 9 till 8 at night.   

Where the money went I will never know.

We also had trip to Norway to a place in hamar near Lillehammer where for our stay we had to play in a band everynight and clean all the hotels dishware. I was so ill that week I remember it like yesterday.

I noticed that all the trips that we went on we never stayed in somewhere normal always a hostel or some dingy place. 

To sum the place up there was something not quite right with Tvind. All the children or kids that were there had problems. Behaviour or anger or just parents that didnt want them.

I suppose you could call it some kind of boot camp. It wasnt all bad.    Im still here but mentally scared and things I will never forget.

When I finally wanted to come home they hid my airline ticket from me so I missed my flight, they told my mother I didnt want to leave so in anger I flooded their 250k sports-hall finally 8 months 12 days later I returned home. I feel for those who spent longer there .

I have much more to tell but this has been just an insight into Tvind.

I hope this helps.

Regards Andre Fearon

squadron45@hotmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Briefly Im 27 years old live and work in Cambridge, UK.

In winter of 1992 Jan to be exact I was heading for the Airport my brother was taking me and I felt excited like I was going on a new adventure.

Previously I had been to private school the American international school in London. It was a fee paying school but when my father ran into financial problems I had to leave.

A year after my leaving my mother spotted an advertisement in a shop for Humana peoples charity, and she picked up a big white brochure on this place called Tvind International School in Denmark.

At home she discussed with me about this foreign school like a boarding school but with all European children and charity work.

My poor mother if only she knew what I know now, she would of never sent me.

Anyhow my mother rang the number and we arranged an interview with a person in west London, hanger lane on the Piccadilly line, so we travelled over to this person, a women but a name I cant remember. She seemed pleasant and interviewed me.

She told me how the school was involved with charity and had a big thing with music.

I loved the idea of being free and abroad, as I always liked travelling and my mother was European it seemed like the perfect thing to do. I arranged to fly out in Jan to Billund Airport in West-Jutland to start my new school.

The airport was cold and I was bit nervous I said goodbye to my brother and flew to my new life. I arrived in Billund at around 10.00pm in the dark as I got off the plane it struck me that the weather was freezing but that didnt deter me.

I was met by a man about mid 40s early 50s with glasses he seemed like a nice sort of guy I cant remember his name but if I saw him it would click. We drove up through Jutland past a few towns and then into Ulfborg as we drove through the town I remember it reminding me of a scary film, you know where people dont drive to or where they never leave. We approached a driveway off of a country road and the place was huge not just one school but about 6 of them there were playing fields a swimming pool and many other places.

I walked in what appeared to be the dining hall there were about five teachers there to greet me, it was like they had found there long-lost son. I sat down they introduced themselves I remember a few of their names:  Ken a short blond haired Danish man, Birgitte a thin women who could roll up a cigarette with one hand, David an English man who had a beard and smoked a pipe, Katherine a music teacher and one of the head teachers, and the head mistress I cant remember her name but I will never forget her.

And the man who drove me here.

They all welcomed me to Tvind gave me tea and some supper. I was happy but how wrong I could be.

I was shown to my new accommodation and a boy introduced himself as Chono.  He was my new flat-mate in our ground-floor flat if you like there was another kid called Mickal and someone-else.

I had brought with me some Baileys and 100 cigarettes so as a gesture of goodwill I shared this with my new friends and it went down very well.

The next day I was shown around the place there were many different schools and places there was one in particular with some sort of African flag on it.  This caught my eye and asked what it was, this kid chono told me that all the people in the building had Aids or Hiv and that they were from Africa. Being quite open-minded I suppose it didnt bother me but it seemed a bit strange that you would have something like that in a school. Generally the place was great and we had the worlds tallest power producing windmill hence the name TvindMollen which I later worked on.

I could tell you word for word the goings on at Tvind it would take a year, generally the place was great I played sport a lot I was in the fresh-air we could smoke freely it was like a naughty school for children.

But the truth become greater when I started to get closer, I was occasionally bullied for being English there was one boy who was really massive he used to wrestle and would chase me on a regular basis there was two kids that I kind of felt I had to look after them they were half irish but really short for their age. They were bullied quite a lot but they caused mayhem.

Sometimes we would wonder off into town and have a look around, because my Danish wasnt great I would speak English out of all the people I met when I mentioned Tvind they kind of looked horrified I know now why that is.

We used to go on many trips to recycling places and other areas in Jutland.

Flower selling was the worst we had to raise money for our trip to England.   We were told that we should tell everyone to who we were selling that the money would go to humana charity in Africa for the sick.

Ken our teacher used to drive us around in The white landrover defenders always nice and shiny (because I used to wash them). I was told to say Vil do kobe un blomster which I think means would you like to buy a flower.

I remember selling the flowers at 60krone a piece we all had about 10 flowers in one tray. We did this for about 1 month 2 days a week 9 till 8 at night.   

Where the money went I will never know.

We also had trip to Norway to a place in hamar near Lillehammer where for our stay we had to play in a band everynight and clean all the hotels dishware. I was so ill that week I remember it like yesterday.

I noticed that all the trips that we went on we never stayed in somewhere normal always a hostel or some dingy place. 

To sum the place up there was something not quite right with Tvind. All the children or kids that were there had problems. Behaviour or anger or just parents that didnt want them.

I suppose you could call it some kind of boot camp. It wasnt all bad.    Im still here but mentally scared and things I will never forget.

When I finally wanted to come home they hid my airline ticket from me so I missed my flight, they told my mother I didnt want to leave so in anger I flooded their 250k sports-hall finally 8 months 12 days later I returned home. I feel for those who spent longer there .

I have much more to tell but this has been just an insight into Tvind.

I hope this helps.

Regards Andre Fearon

squadron45@hotmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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