Janice's journey

This biography is made based on the diary of a young woman who lived in many years in Denmark before she went on a holiday at her birthmother’s county. Her values and morale is based on her upbringing in Denmark which some might consider offending. However in order to truly understand how she experienced her stay in the United States the cultural influences has to be considered a major contributor to her choices both before, under and after her stay.

Second the names of individual youth transport firms, wilderness programs and boarding schools are not mentioned. It is not a question about being for or against various companies offering emotional growth. It is strictly a story about how Janice as she has chosen to call herself experienced a number of incidents which left life changing marks on her adult life.

This biography is co-authored because Janice wanted to have her story published in both Danish and English.


8. Utah – far and remote away from everything I knew

The next morning they asked if I wanted a shower. I was very disappointed when I entered the bathroom only to discover that there were no windows. I was almost finished showering when I broke down. I sat down and started to cry while the water continued to poor down on me.


After maybe 15 minutes Angela entered. She dried me and comforted me. “Don’t be sorry. It is normal for most of the girls we transport to break down at some point. I saw in the report that you are from Denmark. Most girls we collect have very little knowledge of our kind of business. In fact most of them are so serviced by their parents that they are not even able to make their own bed or cook an egg without burning it. They only know the world from MTV. It is acceptable to break down. It shows that you are ready to take apart the wall you have built up around you. You will more able to receive the gift God has in store for you when you goes hiking. Are you better now?” I nodded. “Lets us get you tied up again so we can move on. I have to let you know that we only have your interests in mind for us.”


We ate and drove on again. Like yesterday it was field after field. No hills; Very few trees. We entered Colorado. We drove forever and made some stops. It was odd driving for such a long distance. You can drive across entire Denmark in only 4-5 hours. Angela told me that she used to drive 2 hours to work. It was very hard for me to understand as a Dane.


We passed Denver. It was as the countryside changed character. Suddenly there were hills and forests. For some time I forgot to think about my situation. The hills were replaced by mountains. At a point there was road construction. Angela became stressed and worried that we would be late. However Chelsea calmed her down and ensured her that we would be there on time.


Late in the afternoon the landscape became more desert like. After having passed a town called Grand Junction we arrived at the border between Colorado and Utah. Once again we stopped at a small cafeteria. I expected that it was time to have the Poncho on but Chelsea told me that we were among friends now so it wasn’t necessary. When we entered the cafeteria I understood. Many of the other guests were also working in the transport business. There were teenagers in all kinds of restraints being guarded by employees of transport companies. The two women were greeted by many of the other employees. Some of them came over and tugged in my restraints commenting about how well they worked. I remember that I at one point saw a boy around 12 sitting in a strait jacket being fed by an adult while tears ran down over his face. Was this the year 2006 or had I in such magical way being transport back some centuries? 


We continued our journey. It became dark and I felt asleep again. It was in the middle of the night before we arrived in Loa as the town is called. We found a hotel where I once again uncomfortable slept in my restraints.



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