Tell it like it 'TI' is, Anny. And don't spare a detail.
Andrew
PS: 'it TI is' is old Oscar Brown Jnr language, in case y're wondering.
On 20/01/2008, Anny Ballardini <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> I'm with Patrick! It made me remember when in my early 20s I found myself
> on
> a bus round 5 am with the early workers in Florence in a pink dress and
> nothing else, how distant from everything I felt, with a melange of guilty
> feelings, alienation, incapacity of getting through it all when I finally
> made it back home.
>
> Kasper's story is much happier.
>
> On Jan 20, 2008 11:51 AM, Roger Day <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > Good piece this and I like Andrew's suggestion.
> >
> > Roger
> >
> > On Jan 20, 2008 4:03 AM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > > I just had a miniature adventure.
> > > I'd been drinking with my friend Johannes all evening; whiskey
> > > (Tullamore Dew, the best in the world) & brandy (which my buddy had
> > > won at work) & jaloviina (look it up).
> > > I left Helsinki train station at 01:42. I had about 8 stations to go
> > > through before arriving at my own, Rekola. a small, serene affair with
> > > a bridge on one side & our house -- my current home -- on the other.
> > > instead I slept through an additional 8 stations & ended up at a
> > > station whose name translates rather directly to 'Blossom-castle'. it
> > > wasn't anything like a castle. it was tiny & wet & frightening. the
> > > wind was blowing harder than I'd ever remembered it blowing, & the two
> > > small shelters (on opposite sides of the track) had walls that were
> > > grilled & so kept the wind out very inefficiently. I waited at this
> > > pitiful castle for an hour -- I hid under a bridge, among cobblestones
> > > & dirty pillars, to escape from the wind. then I crept out & got on
> > > the train (the time was 03:33) and traveled to the end of the line,
> > > which was closer than my own destination in the opposite direction.
> > > there I would wait for half an hour for the train to take me home. not
> > > drunk enough to not be pissed off, but almost.
> > >
> > > at that station, whose name translates rather directly as 'Kiln-hill',
> > > I met a girl (my age, 21) who's name was Jasmin. she had a family with
> > > 4 brothers, & her parents wanted to give her a name that stood out. it
> > > does, & I like it; though I didn't have the heart to tell her it felt
> > > like a hooker's name. mainly because she didn't remind me of a hooker
> > > at all; she was pretty, & young, but self-assured. she seemed to
> > > appreciate the humour & fatedness of the night; she used public
> > > transportation very seldom, but this was the second time she'd fallen
> > > asleep on the train & zoomed (way) past her own intended stop. she
> > > came to me, a little groggy, & asked me where she was -- we were. I
> > > told her. she was talkative but not in the annoying, precocious way
> > > some teenagers can be. she was delightful. I felt at ease talking to
> > > her. her face was small & delicate, her hair was neatly tied back with
> > > an orange bandana. she looked comfortable, with herself & otherwise.
> > > we waited at the station for a moment, swearing & cursing our
> > > dim-witted luck. then we boarded the train which left momentarily.
> > >
> > > on the train we chatted. it was chatter, even though she wasn't
> > > empty-headed (I associate chatter, chatting, with empty-headedness).
> > > she hadn't gone to high school but to a trade school where she'd
> > > studied to be a clothier. she didn't want to be a clothier, but a ...
> > > I forget.
> > >
> > > we drank corkfuls of my whiskey (Tullamore Dew, the best in the world)
> > > & chatted. we woke a sleeping man, concerned that he would miss his
> > > stop -- it was what she (& I) would have wished other passengers had
> > > done to her (& me) when we'd nodded off. she'd nodded off for TWO
> > > HOURS. she wondered at this.
> > >
> > > I was to leave off at Rekola (from the swedish 'Räckhals', which
> > > translates rather directly as 'craning neck'), one stop before
> > > Koivukylä, 'Birch-village'. but she asked me, off-hand, if I'd like to
> > > get off with her at the latter. I agreed. we stepped off, lit
> > > cigarettes. we alked over a bridge where Jasmin told me she was going
> > > in an opposite direction. she kissed me on the cheek -- I kissed her
> > > on her cheek also, saying, "ranskalaisittain". (translated rather
> > > directly as "as the french do it"). she laughed & left. I left. here I
> > > am.
> > >
> > > this is all true. it happened within the last 5 hours.
> > > it was quite fun.
> > > if this narrative was at all in the manner of K. Vonnegut, it's
> > > because I've just re-read 'Slaughter-House 5'.
> > >
> > > KS
> > >
> >
> >
> >
> > --
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> > "She went out with her paint box, paints the chapel blue
> > She went out with her matches, torched the car-wash too"
> > The Go-Betweens
> >
>
>
>
> --
> Anny Ballardini
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> I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing
> star!
>
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Andrew
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