Coming up: The REAL Gallery Of Fools

Expect a REAL GALLERY OF FOOLS here shortly.
Cast: Me, my brother and my father.
Sorry, I can´t find the fucking camera cable, but as soon as it´s found, pics will be here.

Fear eats souls

Thunderstorm and a hard boiled egg

A dog scared of thunder means -
Working with a dog scared of thunder.
Sleeping with a dog scared of thunder.
Eating with a dog scared of thunder.
Hell yes;
Shivering synchronically with a dog scared of thunder.


So today there was like a really huge thunderstorm.
There were many other things happening too, but most of them were in my silly mind.
DREAM.
TASTE.
SMELL.
Thinking about the future, coming out with
-you guessed it-
a hard boiled egg.

Eiffel towers n hard boiled eggs

It rained all those days while I was in the mountains of Slovakia, stumbling around alone at some cloud-covered mountain tops.
Hell, that was the highlight of the trip! could go back any day...

But now; I am home! I am home I am home in Finland, and how I´ve longed for this!!
Now I have 4 days to spend in this pupa of well-being before I am off to Malmö, with another era of more or less chaos before me.

I got so tired of travelling, I couldn´t hardly believe it. After seing Heroe´s Square in Budapest, thinking so what´s the big deal about that, I realised it was time for me to retreat. It was time for me to let tourist attractions be what they are - tourist attractions and not attractions for me. I stopped looking up all the "must-sees" and spent the rest of my money in an English book-store and the rest of the time in parks. I was done with touristing. Europe´s largest synagogue - what ever. What´s the big deal anyway with herds of people wanting to see exactly the same thing? I never really understood that, the "value" of buildings etc. To me the Eiffel tower equals a hard boiled egg.


Gee, I´m PINK!

Bratislava

I am in Bratislava now, going to the mountains, and I am just going to tell one thing:
Things NEVER turn out the way you plan them to.
Almost never. I left my travel company because I got completely enough of it, and I am not going to be humble about that
traveling alone is THE thing!
Soviet architecture rules!

Hello! I´m tired as hell so I have just put all the pictures worth to see in a row which is to represent the last few days.
My mother was visiting me here in Paris, as you can see from the pics. She´s hell of a climber, you can even see her climbing through the fence in Versailles. She´s hell of a coffee drinker too, and a wine drinker. Well, and a museum/church/whatever-old-and-worn-out - sponge. Now I ´m just so sick of tourism I want bury myself in a corner. I have never understood staying in line just to see some old farts, but my mother seem to understand it well better.
Well, now she´s going to take my dear ol´ computer back to Finland, while I am going to Vienna, Bratislava and Budapest. All before the school begins in Malmö. Mr Wacky is coming, which can just mean one thing - crazy times are ahead. One can never expect anything.
See you later!
Goodbye.