Editing a rather boring document. Suddenly remember Makelankatu. Living at 23C25, going to the bibliothek round the corner everyday. Getting a haircut after aeons at the salon across the road. The friendly lady gasping over the thick mane, saying she hasnt seen such heavy, deep stuff....'we have such mousey hair, all artificially colored'...chopping the locks off, a new lighter me. Getting adventurous, looking for a bakery. Asking the florist, going off into some weird alley, street. Finding what is a rather popular old joint. Bull's eye. Pastries. Kittos. Celebrating.
That strange man accosting me with his arms open on my way home from the library one day. A strange country, a stranger language. Spooked me out.
The snow. The people. The buses. The malls. Exotic. Watching BBC - the only English channel we got. And another I forget.
Suomenlina, Itakeskus, Vanta, the cruise to Stockholm over the frozen waters. Watching the land float past through the mist. Gorgeous Swedes. The Russian jaunt...St.petersburg... grand Hermitage. nicholesiki palace....caviar and champagne...decadent, musty, romantic, going to seed...Hotel Moscow...by the Neva...some guys at a flea market singing "jimmy jimmy aaja" as their ode to my country...the small beautiful white glowy church on the border, mass going on inside, its Sunday. Sublime europe.
Another lifetime. Cherished always.
Wish I had my old pictures scanned, could Flickr them. Damn!!