It took the better part of the day to go through all the 1500 messages that had arrived during the four weeks that I was away from work. Most of them could be ignored right out like reminders. Some phone calls to clarify some issues and a bit of shock from seeing an work estimate. Man. But the project is moving forward which is good. Now to spread the gospel and Word to the rest of the suppliers :) Nice to be back.
The morning proved to be interesting. As I was eating the breakfast and watching the morning news I heard banging and shouting from the stairs. I thought it was someone that had started to repair something and paid no more attention to it. When I left I thought I heard someone crying and when I got to the second floor I saw a lot of clothes spread out and some bamboo drapes along the hall and at the backdoor sat a guy crying. Apparently he had had a smaller outbreak. As I continued towards the first floor and the frontdoor I was ready to pull out the phone to call the police to come and pick him up as I saw that there were already two men at the frontdoor with one talking on the phone explaining the situation. With my super deductive skills I deduced that he talked to the police and as I was waiting for the bus on the bus stop I saw that a police car came up to the house. Welcome to Kallio :)
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This story about a man who is being fetched by police reminds me a situation from Rome just a week ago or so.
We were waiting a bus at the stop when we noticed an elderly Italian women who seemed to be very dissappointed about something. "She says that she has flees," translated Jens to me. All the time she had some weird monologue on her own - I gues one of those everyday existential to-be-or-not-to-be. But then suddenly she had also a major outburst when she noticed a family with a nice looking daughter, around 17 or 18. A pretty face, shouted the women. "But it will get older and will be ugly!" (As yours, I thought.) "But if it will not get ugly by age, it can be made ugly by knife, knife, knife...!" She illustrated her words with brutal gestures. Lovely, ain't it?!
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