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On Jan 20, 2008 1:49 PM, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> 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
> > > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > --
> > > My Stuff: http://www.badstep.net/
> > > "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
> > http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/
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> > http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html
> > I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing
> > star!
> >
>
>
>
>  --
> Andrew
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>



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I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing
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