The European Film College shapes you, the school broadens your mind, widens your horizon and molds your brain. Let us, dear reader, reflect on this precious stay as I modestly ask you to forgive my narcissistic approach. After all it is always the 'I' who is writing; an 'I' which I will boldly retain.
Though almost a month of this precious stay may be left, I dare say, many a student have already sensed the forthcoming, now vaguely palpable, farewell.
What have I possibly gained from my stay? Who am I now? What have I become? Am I, Benjamin Ekeloef, 'the Greek God of the North', the literary snob, the intellectual loser, any different from the young man I was before?
Still young, I dare say, my blogs clearly have not become less pretentious. Furthermore, I finally understand that I do not intent to write non-pretentious blogs. Not earlier. Not now. Not in the future.
Dwelling on pretentiousness, I will henceforth relate to my blogs as essays. It simply sounds better, it is more poetic, hence more beautiful. A lesson from Mr. Maier who has made me wonder: Am I smart, but lazy. Or am I lazy, but smart?
Surely my 'essay' productivity states 'laziness', exclaimed with a judgmental voice of such decisive power that no ear shall be left untouched by its vigorous potency and inarguable truth. However, dear reader, though thou might not be untouched by this vocal fanfare of idleness, I will, must and can excuse myself. As the measurement of time seems much smaller at our idyllic refuge 'The European Film College' than the world surrounding our gentle abode, I am clearly without any guilt whatsoever. There simply is not enough time, and I assure you; I promise you, that the time given, I have spent diligently and industriously though admittedly not dedicated to the foolish act of writing these essays of the harebrained.
However, as the desperate lack of time, the desperate need for more hours, days and months at every moment seems all the more obvious, the measurement of time remains an unsolved mystery. How is it possible? To which place does time vanish with a speed of such greatness as to one day seem a mere hour, an hour a minute and a minute as brief as a second?
And now, dear reader, if thou have not at this point given up on thou poor, struggling writer, then perhaps you might admit that I am not solely alone with this awareness of the mysterious yet factual fact concerning this unfortunate lack of time. If thou art an eager and dedicated student at the EFC thou might have noticed it as well: There never seem to be enough time at the 'EFC'.

By birth given the name Benjamin Jacob Ekeloef Busch, I have lived most of my life in Holstebro, Denmark. In '07 I graduated from the local gymnasium, a preparatory school for university. Since then I have repeatedly worked at a hospital succeeded by a four months stay at the military in Aalborg, Denmark. The last year I spent backpacking in South America.
My one true passion in life as always been the Arts. My voice is my wife and the cello my mistress - now partly neglected due to my obsession with the films. Indeed, I have become a marionette of the motion picture, a fascinating, unknown continent I now seek to conquer, guided by my puppeteer the EFC. Let us hope my wife does not cut the strings before these unknown lands have been settled!