Places, places, so much to tell. Where to begin when you don’t know the end? Well, I suppose the early stages of what was to become Refugees United were sown by our parents at a young age.

Both David and I are immensely proud of a set of parents who valued, even with very little money at their disposal back then, to bring their kids out into the world. To experience and taste the variety life at different latitudes had to offer. 

Hong Kong, Thailand, and other places, were home, as was the US east coast, where we spent childhoods chasing horseshoe crabs with a scientist father and an iron-willed mother keeping us all in check 🙂

Leaving High School I figured, as did David, that the best bought education was to be found in a suitcase filled to the brim with books we’d handpicked with our father. And so we relocated the proverbial safari tent to Bali and some 6-7 months of, almost, uninterrupted studying. What should have been a 6-month stint into the forays of knowledge turned into a 5 year jaunt through the world.

Bangkok, Sydney, Tokyo, Los Angeles and other places became home for the next years. Living, experiencing, discovering these great cultures was, and still is, a journey beyond belief. It also gave us the taste of what it means to be lost. Completely and utterly. Nowhere to go.

Now, all of this within the luxurious confinements of Danish citizenship and the possibilities this would afford should it hit the fan obviously makes everything different. But lost is lost, if even for a second. A seed was sown.

So what does this all have to do with refugees? Nothing, really. Sorry 🙂

David and Christopher