I now possess the generous dregs of a Tokai lighter, which was gifted to me by some women whom I sat near in the amphitheater above Freetown Christiania sort of because they looked ethnic — Indian? One polished and blown out, the other messier, pimply, frizzy tight curls, zaftig, gorgeous — and therefore — I assumed — racist! — right? — cool, and sort of because there was a healthy, suitable-for-sitting space between them and the next folks and eventually asked for a light for my spliff.
You need a lighter, the beautiful, voluptuous, un-orchestrated one said, and I said, I arrived yesterday.
Welcome to Denmark, then, she said, handing it to me in a no-takebacks-type way, and I said, A welcome-to-Denmark gift! Thank you.