TO THE FINELAND Some music, or voice, or ringing. have to be robotmonsters or something. I open my eyes. Where the fuck am I? What is this? Why I´m hearing the ringing? it´s the middle of the night. Every cell in my body and the only one thought in my mind tell me to close my eyes and continue what is the only sane thing to do. Sleep. But behind, there is supposedly something else, because against the nature I fight to keep my eyes open and sit up on the side of the bed. freezing. I feel horrible. What am I doing. I go to shower in hope for some warm water. Waiting the hot water to come, shivering naked in the bath. Soon it comes but I still feel cold. and dark. I turn the water cold. It´s better. to wake up. to get the shit moving in my body and those good chemicals smashing around in my head. Feeling little bit better after the shower. For a while. I take some dry bread from the kitchen table and finish a half full glass of wine from yesterday or day before. And damn it feels good, instant warmth inside me. this could make a habit. For some caffeine i open a chinese red bull can and finish it with a sip or two. I look around the cold and small room I´ve lived for 5 months. Nothing. I take my stuff and get out. For the last time. It´s cold outside. Almost as cold as inside. I head with all my baggage of around 40kilos to a nearest big street. Taxi stops inmediately. my luck. I watch the passing-by city through the window. some people are already on their way to work. better paid people are still sleeping. The driver laughs with the talk show from radio. It´s still dark. and everything unconfortably unstable. Maybe i´m still sleeping. it surely feels so. We ride so fast through the dark city. Only cars. robots. no humans. We are only ones, my driver and me. I think they don´t know we are we. I really trust him, the driver. He´s going to take me where I want. And he´s fast. big streets and houses. But my body is still sleeping somewhere. In that small cold room but warm and cosy bed.

Eventually we arrive to the airport. i´m checking myself in. I put my backpack on the line. I don´t dare to look long the weight it shows, 25 and some kilos. I´m sure i have to pay. a lot. Girl starts to say something. There it comes. fuck. But she says that maybe it´s better to put a tray for the backpack. I almost fart. I sobble something out and thank the god. The girl even accepts without a word my bag of two jackets and some shirts. More than delighted I continue through the security check. Have to take the final cup of coffee in Spain. It will be a cortado, a small one, with a hint of milk. Caffeine really doesn´t seem to help. should´ve take a double. single is for pussies. I´m still walking. sleeping, sleeping walking.

I wander around the terminals. With a funny small cart. smaller than they usually are. and quicker in turns. it ends up being a great fun. to pull it and make circles (made a 360° on the move) with it and everything. little fun for tired mind. With my cart I go through the shops and can´t resist to buy one litre bottle of Havana Club 7. Just for medical purposes, you know. I´m the last one to go through the terminal. of course. The others are waiting me in a small bus taking us to the plane. Hope they haven´t wait for long. Some people just hurry always. Soon everyone´s in the plane and after a while we´re on the move. Have to admit that the acceleration was quite lame. But somehow the plane got itself of the ground. And I´m happy for that of course. After a while I fell in a coma and saw some really strange dreams. I just opened my eyes for a while to eat some food they offered and then I went back down for horror and psychedelia.

I got some extra time resting my mind because we circled around for a while to get the licence to land. Some snowing they said. And true it was. When we landed I thought we had come to Siperia or some other less touristic spot in Russia. But then I remembered that this is how it is in Finland at winter. at least sometimes. Dark, grey and snowing and lots of trees, dark gloomy trees. And no one nowhere. Cool!

So, the trip went, dunno if well is the right word, but not bad either. Back to the roots. End of the story. for now. But new stories will come. Nobody´s reading but I´m fuckin writing! here in Fineland are some strange things which I really have to comment... So be aware, it´s coming soon. First posts from Finnish ambient. Let´s see what happens to the cruel and egoistic bastard in the dark winter of minus 20 degrees. suppose it cools down the opinions a bit...