København glimtede i solen.

Copenhagen glimmered in the sun.

Gågaden brummede med folk.

The pedestrian street hummed with people.

Midt i det hele var Lars.

In the midst of it all was Lars.

Han elskede denne by og dens pulserende liv.

He loved this city and its vibrant life.

Lars havde købt en ny telefon.

Lars had bought a new phone.

Han var stolt over den, og elskede at tage selfies.

He was proud of it and loved taking selfies.

"Et billede her, et billede der," tænkte Lars.

"A picture here, a picture there," Lars thought.

Men den dag skulle verden se København gennem hans øjne.

But that day, the world would see Copenhagen through his eyes.

Lars gik hen mod Nyhavn.

Lars walked towards Nyhavn.

"Nyhavn er stedet," smilede han.

"Nyhavn is the place," he smiled.

Solen skinne brightly.

The sun shone brightly.

Sejlbåde svajede roligt i kanalen.

Sailboats swayed gently in the canal.

Lars tog sin telefon ud.

Lars took out his phone.

Kronprinsens Bro var fuld af mennesker.

Kronprinsens Bro was filled with people.

Men Lars fandt et sted.

But Lars found a spot.

Perfekt sted for en selfie.

The perfect place for a selfie.

Han smilede til kameraet.

He smiled at the camera.

Men hans fod gled.

But his foot slipped.

Plask!

Splash!

Lars knaldede i vandet.

Lars plunged into the water.

Folk grinede og pegede.

People laughed and pointed.

Nogen tog billeder.

Some took pictures.

Men Lars var ikke glad.

But Lars wasn't happy.

Han var våd og kold.

He was wet and cold.

"Hjælp!"

"Help!"

råbte Lars.

Lars shouted.

En mand hoppede i kanalen.

A man jumped into the canal.

Han svømmede hurtigt mod Lars.

He swam quickly towards Lars.

"Tag min hånd," sagde han.

"Take my hand," he said.

Lars greb hånden og blev trukket op.

Lars grabbed the hand and was pulled up.

"Forsigtigt," sagde manden.

"Be careful," the man said.

Han hjalp Lars op fra kanalen.

He helped Lars out of the canal.

Folk klappede.

People clapped.

Lars var flov.

Lars felt embarrassed.

Men han blev også lettet.

But he also felt relieved.

"Lad det være en lære," grinede manden.

"Let it be a lesson," the man chuckled.

Lars nikkede undskyldende.

Lars nodded apologetically.

Han takkede manden for hjælpen.

He thanked the man for his help.

Og så gik han hjem.

And then he went home.

Lars var flov.

Lars felt embarrassed.

Men han var også taknemlig.

But he was also grateful.

Han havde lært en vigtig lektie.

He had learned an important lesson.

Selfies er sjove, men de kan også være farlige.

Selfies are fun, but they can also be dangerous.

Den nat tænkte Lars dybt.

That night, Lars pondered deeply.

Han smilede og kiggede på sin våde telefon.

He smiled and looked at his wet phone.

"Måske en anden dag," sagde han.

"Maybe another day," he said.

Men ikke i dag.

But not today.

I København er der mange kanaler at falde i.

In Copenhagen, there are many canals to fall into.

Men der er også mange mennesker til at hjælpe.

But there are also many people to help.

Og det var Lars glad for.

And Lars was grateful for that.

Han tænkte på manden, der havde hjulpet ham.

He thought about the man who had helped him.

Og han følte sig mindre flov.

And he felt less embarrassed.

Lars ville aldrig glemme den dag.

Lars would never forget that day.

Dagen, da han tog en svømmetur i Nyhavn.

The day he took a swim in Nyhavn.

Dagen, da København grinede med ham.

The day Copenhagen laughed with him.

Og dagen, da han lærte noget nyt.

And the day he learned something new.

Måske var det ikke en perfekt selfie-dag.

Perhaps it wasn't a perfect selfie day.

Men det var en perfekt lære-dag.

But it was a perfect learning day.

Og for Lars, var det bare en anden dag i København.

And for Lars, it was just another day in Copenhagen.

Han elskede stadig byen.

He still loved the city.

Og byen elskede ham også.

And the city loved him too.

For han var Lars, manden der engang faldt i en kanal.

Because he was Lars, the man who once fell into a canal.