I did it..
I managed to get myself into one of my stories once more...
In a night, after offering shots to a few friends in my place, and getting some cocktails made for me, we head out…
At one point of the night, a redhead, who is a friend of one of my guys enters the scene..
She was with us the night before, and there seemed to be a mutual attraction between another one of my guys and her…
As I am coming back from the loo, I see them talking, go to them, look at the redhead, turn to the guy, and go:
“Now you will dance with us”, turn to the girl,
“I am borrowing him for some time”
And he, being also unsober, takes on my order, leaves the very promising chat, and joins me to the dancefloor where we had a handful of guys and a handful of girls waiting for us…
Thing is, as my friend later found out, the redhead was not going to be waiting...
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
How relevant is this information????
Today, I read in the archives of Helsingin Sanomat (Helsinki News) an article about HIV infected mothers. Here is the article.
While talking about how well the Finnish healthcare professionals have managed to stop the child from getting infected by HIV, they mention that in a number of cases, this has not been possible. These cases, it is reported, are mainly immigrant mothers, who did not know, or did not have access to proper care.
Later in the article, it is written that 60-70 Hepatitis B carrying pregnant women have been diagnosed, “most of them of foreign origin”….
I felt discriminated.
I felt as if I am a virus carrier.
“Hey Suomalainen, see, we have a few cases of local sicks, but we can treat them well.. But beware of the foreigners, they are spreaders of the viruses”
The same happens when a foreigner is struck down by Finns… Hardly seen in newspapers…
Beware if a foreigner does it…
Want to point out that: I am using multiple for Finn, singular for Foreigner...
Really, cannot blame the Finnish people too much, with such an attitude of newsmaking…
While talking about how well the Finnish healthcare professionals have managed to stop the child from getting infected by HIV, they mention that in a number of cases, this has not been possible. These cases, it is reported, are mainly immigrant mothers, who did not know, or did not have access to proper care.
Later in the article, it is written that 60-70 Hepatitis B carrying pregnant women have been diagnosed, “most of them of foreign origin”….
I felt discriminated.
I felt as if I am a virus carrier.
“Hey Suomalainen, see, we have a few cases of local sicks, but we can treat them well.. But beware of the foreigners, they are spreaders of the viruses”
The same happens when a foreigner is struck down by Finns… Hardly seen in newspapers…
Beware if a foreigner does it…
Want to point out that: I am using multiple for Finn, singular for Foreigner...
Really, cannot blame the Finnish people too much, with such an attitude of newsmaking…
Monday, April 04, 2005
Would you mind if I ask for a small request?
Hello all!!
I thank you for being on this site, and hopefully enjoying it!!
I will kindly ask you to send me the title of the stories you like most.
One, three, five… Just let me know which ones are your favorites.
You can send me an email, contact@finndistan.net
Or just use the comment function below.
Thank you a lot,
I will appreciate your help!
Finndistan
I thank you for being on this site, and hopefully enjoying it!!
I will kindly ask you to send me the title of the stories you like most.
One, three, five… Just let me know which ones are your favorites.
You can send me an email, contact@finndistan.net
Or just use the comment function below.
Thank you a lot,
I will appreciate your help!
Finndistan
At least, make some sense...
It was a night in Ilves, after a drinking party in my place…
The night itself was superb. Met one of the few females who mean a lot to me, and her company became my company’s company. A few girls from the gym joined us, and we had the dancefloor dominated.
I was enjoying the shy looks from girls I got... Known and unknown…
Enjoying letting opportunities slip by…
Enjoying the hatred in the eyes of Finnish men getting shot down by my ladies one after the other, just like the foreigners’ hatred, who were getting cockblocked by my guys, one after the other.
Dancing not close to us was this friend of a girl from the gym, the gym girl being with us, her friend preferring to stay outside.
One of my guys goes to take her into the midst of action, during a latino song...
This guy can shake his ass, with no rival to him except me and a French guy…
This guy can do the salsa, this time with no rival. – Except maybe the Cuban salsa teacher in town.
So he goes to the girl…
Shaky shaky…
Imagine a salsa dancer in a Russian army parade. That was what it looked like...
Gets closer,
Starts the dance,
And once more gets an ultra-comment:
“You are clumsy”
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(Dictionary definition:
Clumsy: Lacking physical coordination)
The night itself was superb. Met one of the few females who mean a lot to me, and her company became my company’s company. A few girls from the gym joined us, and we had the dancefloor dominated.
I was enjoying the shy looks from girls I got... Known and unknown…
Enjoying letting opportunities slip by…
Enjoying the hatred in the eyes of Finnish men getting shot down by my ladies one after the other, just like the foreigners’ hatred, who were getting cockblocked by my guys, one after the other.
Dancing not close to us was this friend of a girl from the gym, the gym girl being with us, her friend preferring to stay outside.
One of my guys goes to take her into the midst of action, during a latino song...
This guy can shake his ass, with no rival to him except me and a French guy…
This guy can do the salsa, this time with no rival. – Except maybe the Cuban salsa teacher in town.
So he goes to the girl…
Shaky shaky…
Imagine a salsa dancer in a Russian army parade. That was what it looked like...
Gets closer,
Starts the dance,
And once more gets an ultra-comment:
“You are clumsy”
---
(Dictionary definition:
Clumsy: Lacking physical coordination)
One lightbulb in my head
Always wondered why I cannot put myself to go and learn the language of the country I am living in.
It is disrespectful not to speak it after four years... Even though I can let my thoughts out in the native language, it is not more than a two year old kid…
So as I was sitting in Coffee house with a lady form Norway, talking about this and that,
The subject arose, and how difficult Finnish is and so… I noticed the couple sitting beside us, having a lively conversation, and a spark lit up in my head...
I told her:
“You know, it’s not the lack of time, or the difficulty of the language, no… It is the fact that not knowing the language well, not understanding your surroundings, gives you the feeling of being a tourist, the feeling of having a temporary stay in a place. I think that could be it…”
It is disrespectful not to speak it after four years... Even though I can let my thoughts out in the native language, it is not more than a two year old kid…
So as I was sitting in Coffee house with a lady form Norway, talking about this and that,
The subject arose, and how difficult Finnish is and so… I noticed the couple sitting beside us, having a lively conversation, and a spark lit up in my head...
I told her:
“You know, it’s not the lack of time, or the difficulty of the language, no… It is the fact that not knowing the language well, not understanding your surroundings, gives you the feeling of being a tourist, the feeling of having a temporary stay in a place. I think that could be it…”
Patience test
“Where are you from?”
“Now that you ask, I am half German, half Turkish….”
“But where have you lived?”
“Mainly in Turkey…”
“Where is your home?”
“I have no home”
“No no.. Liar... You must have a home”
“No.”
“You don’t want to admit it yourself; you have a home and don’t want to admit it… So you are lying”
“Look, some people are lucky; they have a place they can call home. I am unlucky.”
“Noo… You are lying... You do not want to tell your home…”
My face changes, and at last he realizes he is in a minefield...
He leaves.
I light a cigarette, and shake my head.
Home is where my family is. Home is no place. Home is where I can smell my family. Home is where my brother throws a hardcover book on my head on a Sunday at eight am. Home is no place. Home is air. Air close to my bloodline.
“Now that you ask, I am half German, half Turkish….”
“But where have you lived?”
“Mainly in Turkey…”
“Where is your home?”
“I have no home”
“No no.. Liar... You must have a home”
“No.”
“You don’t want to admit it yourself; you have a home and don’t want to admit it… So you are lying”
“Look, some people are lucky; they have a place they can call home. I am unlucky.”
“Noo… You are lying... You do not want to tell your home…”
My face changes, and at last he realizes he is in a minefield...
He leaves.
I light a cigarette, and shake my head.
Home is where my family is. Home is no place. Home is where I can smell my family. Home is where my brother throws a hardcover book on my head on a Sunday at eight am. Home is no place. Home is air. Air close to my bloodline.
Aaaah...........aaaaaaahhh
Just was chatting with a friend, and he asked me:
Friend says:
do you know a girl called Olla?
finndistan says:
ulla
zzz's friend
Friend says:
No Olla
finndistan says:
tall, 25... frequents henries,….
Olla.. describe
Friend says:
Tall and dark waved hears
she knows you as a german
do you have the number? I do. With can compare and see if she is the same person
finndistan says:
No number.
So she knows me...
Tall and dark waved hairs..
that is ulla
or olla
whatever
Friend says:
Ok
finndistan says:
isn't she zzz's friend? in onnela saturday
and we talked to her in ukko a few months back?
Friend says:
Probably. I knew her but cant remember from where.
finndistan says:
hmm..
Friend says:
She asked about you.
finndistan says:
now I am curious.
friend says:
then she told that there is another onnela in helsinki but her friend told her that many turks in there and she made a disgusted face.
i was laughing my ass off
finndistan says:
Story
Will send to you for confirmation.
Friend says:
but she gave me her number because some party and she wanted to invite me... Or probably you
She knows me as a German.. Wonder about her reaction about me ending up at her party with a turkish flag and a bottle of raki.
Friend says:
do you know a girl called Olla?
finndistan says:
ulla
zzz's friend
Friend says:
No Olla
finndistan says:
tall, 25... frequents henries,….
Olla.. describe
Friend says:
Tall and dark waved hears
she knows you as a german
do you have the number? I do. With can compare and see if she is the same person
finndistan says:
No number.
So she knows me...
Tall and dark waved hairs..
that is ulla
or olla
whatever
Friend says:
Ok
finndistan says:
isn't she zzz's friend? in onnela saturday
and we talked to her in ukko a few months back?
Friend says:
Probably. I knew her but cant remember from where.
finndistan says:
hmm..
Friend says:
She asked about you.
finndistan says:
now I am curious.
friend says:
then she told that there is another onnela in helsinki but her friend told her that many turks in there and she made a disgusted face.
i was laughing my ass off
finndistan says:
Story
Will send to you for confirmation.
Friend says:
but she gave me her number because some party and she wanted to invite me... Or probably you
She knows me as a German.. Wonder about her reaction about me ending up at her party with a turkish flag and a bottle of raki.
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