23. We got
out of the door with the kids, heading for Copenhagen where Charlottes
mom would take care of the kids while we went to England.
24. We took
the early plane to Saint Hill in East Grinstead, England for the
13th IAS event in the evening.

From the "Pleasure Garden" of Saint Hill Manor
where there are a outdoor swimming pool. The garden can be
seen from the Monkey Room (the room that was decorated with
monkey motives by Winston Churchill's cousin) [F3].

What was originally the main entrance to the Manor but
today serves as entrance to the terrace to the garden [F3]
The Manor seen from the Rose Garden.
Welcome to Saint
Hill: This view that meets you when you step out of the limo or taxi
at Saint Hill.
The weather
was sunny all weekend. Here the park seen from the terrace of Saint
Hill Manor.
The entrance
to the Great Hall half an hour before the event started. There was room
for 7-800 in the Great Hall and for another 3,500 people in the big
tent behind it. The actual event can be seen in the orgs in November.
The first Russian
Patron with Honor (in the middle) speaks with Patron Lars Najbjerg from
Denmark and Patron Martin Møller from Denmark/East Grinstead.
Joachim von
Neuhausen of the IAS Membership Office, AOSH EU, Copenhagen Denmark.
A tired but
happy ED Oslo, Norway: Lone Hessner.
Lisbeth Schrøder
and Charlotte at the stairs outside after the event.
Our home in
East Grinstead was the Cranston House Bed and Breakfast. Only
cost 64 Pounds for two nights for two persons. At Cranston Road, a 2
Pound taxi-drive from Saint Hill and a 10 Pound taxi-drive from the
airport.
25. Saturday
we browsed the shops in East Grinstead and attended the Patron dinner
in the evening at Saint Hill.
We went at shopping
in East Grinstead and talked to some of the locals while spending all
the pocket money...
During the
day there were several seminars at Saint Hill. One for Germans, one
for EDs, several for publics, etc. At the picture it is a seminar
for IAS offices.
Approx. 600
people attended the Patron dinner that was held in a BIG tent.
A total of
104 Patrons entered the stage that night. 600 people was appraising
- and amongst them 22 IAS Gold Medal Winners.
From when
you could still see the dancefloor for people. Later on it rocked
so you would think the earth rocked with it. It was packed with jumping
thetans!
The Golden
Era Musicians rocked the house 'till midnight with an outstanding
performance by the IAS Freedom Medal Winning singer, which name I
have forgotten.
26. We went
by plane back to Copenhagen and picked up the kids by Charlottes mom and
went by car and ferry home where Thorstens mom took over. Then we went
to Århus to catch the midnight bus to Berlin. Actually we had no
problem sleeping that night in the bus...
27. We arrived
as the first of approx. 150 busses in Berlin around 10 in the morning.
And had time for a large cup of coffee before the demonstration in Berlin...
As the demonstration
appeared on a full front-page of 2nd section of the Danish paper, Jyllands-Posten.
The demo was in all Danish papers on Tuesday as well in the news on
all Danish television stations.
Seen through
the masses of flags from all around the world: Freedom medal winners
Isaac Hayes and Anne Archer.
Other religions
were there.
Mission holder
of Silkeborg, Denmark, Claes Ditlevsen.
After a while
the 12,600 people started to walk. There was about 8-10 people shoulder
to shoulder in a 2 miles long march...
There were flags
from literally everywhere: Israel, Great Britten, Denmark, Sweden, Greenland,
USA, Schwitzerland...you name it!
After marching
through the streets of Berlin we ended up at the Brandenburger Tor where
David Pomerantz greeted us with songs. Amongst others "It's in
every one of us" and "We Stand Tall". Also Isaac Hayes
entertained with "The Theme from Shaft" and others...
The day ended
with a march back to where we came from and thousands of people with
candlelight singing in the dark evening.

Caroline found
the basket a nice place to stay and Oliver is basically just figuring
out when it would be the right time to kick the basket down the stairs...