Out of the way

I've been offline for a while.

I went to Finland for Assembly. I went with friends to Estonia for a few days. I came back to Finland. I met up with more friends here. Gorm, Velmu, p01, Cooper's, Anna, Yitzhaq, Georgi, Detroit, Chou, Antti, Mediumgeek, Balder, thanks.

I ate raw cloudberries, drank them in cider, and in a strong liquor. I have only ever had them as a sweet liqueur before. I saw Suomenlinna, Tallinn's old town, three cemeteries in two countries. I realised I had never consciously looked through an islamic section in a cemetery before, and wondered why have a road between orthodox and other christian graves. I never quite made it to several beaches, but did dip my toes in various bits of the Baltic. I drank at an Australian bar, an "Australian-like" (how??) bar, and didn't bother paying to go into another one. I ate at an African restaurant and drank tonic in the Depeche Mode bar, spoke french in a finnish kebab house, bought a new Astérix (well, two - they were cheaper than I had dreamed of) and read old stories. I lit a candle in a hole in a rock, and was gladdened by one on top of a rock. I travelled by plane, train and car, by hydrofoil and ferry-boat, by tram and on foot.

I came here to sit in a yard in the countryside by a piece of rock, with a couple of friends and a few words. To pay a debt never contracted with a couple of coins, to have a quiet drink and see some flowers and trees.

I came here to see a place I never saw before, to find something new, to look for something I may have lost, to search for answers to questions left unasked.

I came here to work, to sleep, to wake up and talk to people and work until I slept again.

I've been busy for a while. Time to return.