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All this fascination with my hair made me think about the group of Asian-looking women I saw at the park when I was walking back to the hotel the other day. They were there again, today, but in larger numbers, still drinking and just hanging out. Today, there were men hanging out, as well. I wonder if they represent a local community of former refugees, where they immigrated from, and how the Danes perceive them. I watch as a white man approaches a group of the women, and wonder if there is some transaction about to occur. Nothing seems to happen, but I am curious, noticing that there a number of tourist-looking folks periodically approaching these groups of Asian-looking folks, and seeming to conduct some sort of business. I decide I better just stay clear, and try not to look like I am watching. Wouldn’t want to upset anybody, and, although I think I look clearly different from the long-haired women hanging out in the park, I know that there is always that chance of being lumped in with a group vaguely resembling oneself -- and that distance can be a good thing.