La Bella Italia!

So, I have this wonderful friend. Her name is Emma. She is probably my biggest fan. She desperately wants me to blog again and I said I would write something for her.

Well, Emma (and everybody else that are reading this…) let me tell you something.

I love Italy. Even though I have never been there I love Italy. I love the language. It’s one of very few languages I actually want to learn, and hopefully I can someday learn it well enough to speak it fluently. Italian sounds like heaven to my ears. It’s like drifting on clouds and hanging out with the birds. It’s like eating pizza all day and not getting fat. It’s like the warm hands of a beautiful woman massaging your body.

My brother told me the other day, that next time I get paid I will have to pack my bag, go to the airport and get a last minute trip somewhere. Yeah, that would be very exciting… but I’d rather plan a trip somewhere, Italy in this case, and dream about everything I want to do and see there before I actually book the trip and go there.

This is what I want to do: fly over to Rome. Get a classy hotel room for a few nights, see Rome. All of it, and not the only the famous places. I want to walk around the city, I want to feel the city, I want to breathe the history and the culture, I want to sit down somewhere, maybe on the grass under a tree and watch people, I want to find a remote café and have coffee and… watch some more people. I want to eat pizza, and pasta, all kinds of pasta. I want to soak in all of it. Then I will find a nice Italian woman and bring her back here and we would have twins and triplets and spend half the year there and half the year here in Finland and we would all live happily ever after, etc. ad infinitum.

One can dream, right?

I will leave you with one of the funniest videos on all of Youtube, and it is about an Italian man. Watch, laugh, give me a comment and be happy.

Sometimes you really do get what you wish for…

In this post I wished, and this week I’ve lived the consequences of that wish and I survived to tell you all about it.

Monday: my day off work, didn’t do anything at all.

Tuesday: My colleague picked me up here just after six o’clock in the morning, and then we drove here and started working at 7 o’clock. We knew before we started that we would have a shorter, easier day than usual because the truck was going to be serviced in the afternoon. But the best thing about this day was that I finally actually got to taste what I’ve always wanted to taste… well at least ever since I read C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books. I’m talking about Turkish Delight. We had a delivery to a restaurant in downtown Kerava, and the owners were foreign, but exactly were they are from I do not know. We delivered the drinks and while we sorted out the business transaction they treated us to some Turkish Delight and told us that Moslems eat this wonderful thing during Ramadan. In all seriousness, Turkish Delight (at least the home made kind, which this was) is one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. I really wish I knew how to make it, because I would if I could.

Wednesday: My second morning all on my own, and this time around I had a huge load. I was very nervous, I was so nervous I got a little scared. I didn’t want to screw anything up and make a fool out of myself. I called my colleague and asked him about the route, because you have to load the truck accordingly. He told me in what order I should deliver the drinks, and so I started loading the truck… all 8,9 tons of it. I only got one pallet in an incorrect order, which my other colleague noticed once he got to work at 9. We didn’t leave Koff until about 11, and we knew from the start this was going to be a long day because we had 15 places to deliver to. None of these places were familiar to me, and only a few of them my co-driver knew. So for the rest of the day until we came back to Koff he read the map and I drove and in between we unloaded the drinks. It was brutal. Eventually stopped working at 20.30 and then we had to head back home, which takes about another hour, and then you have to shower and eat something and sleep for a few hours before you have to get up…

Thursday: 8,8 tons to be delivered to 8 places. All of them unfamiliar. My co-driver read the map and I drove. I had my first “whoopsidaisies“. Out of the 8,8 tons of drinks we had 55 kegs. The keg contains 30 liters of alcoholic beverage, and the keg itself weighs around 5 kilograms so there is a lot of weight involved with these fuckers. You can put six kegs on one pallet, and three pallets on top of eachother at most. One of these keg-pallet towers had fallen over in the truck because I drove over a very bumpy road and because of the side-to-side movement it fell over. But luckily it leaned against another tower of keg-pallets so no damage was done. This was also a brutal day, and one hour longer than the previous day, which means that I was home an hour later, at 23.00 and got 1 hour less sleep.

Friday: I got up at 4.45 after having slept for about 4 or 5 hours. I was pretty happy and didn’t feel tired at all. I got ready, I went to get the truck. At 6.15 I jumped in the truck and drove out to Koff. I knew my boss was coming out to Koff this morning, but I didn’t know when because we hadn’t agreed on a specific time. So I got to Koff at 6.55, five minutes earlier than we normally would start the work day (I drove fast). My boss called me at 7 just as I was about to start filling in one of the lists, he asked me “how’s it goin’?”. I said: “it’s OK, I’m at Koff already”. He said: “Oh my goodness, you’re unbelievable. OK, I will be there shortly.” So I went to get the paperwork from the office and parked the truck at the loading docks and waited… and waited… and waited and then boss came and we loaded the truck together, talked for a bit and then I left to my first super market of the day. Just as I was done at my second supermarket of the day my colleague showed up and we went on to work together for a few hours. I had a short day, only 14 hours in total, including distance traveled between work and home.

I got my “work, eat, sleep”. I’m pretty satisfied, I only wish (See, I did it again. Maybe I should just stop wishing) the sleep part would be a few hours longer. Other than that I’m a pretty happy camper.

How you doin’?

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Newsflash, motherfuckers!

Vilken märklig dag. Lätt på ett sätt, tung på ett annat. Var på stan hela långa dagen och gjorde ingenting men ändå så mycket. Mest drack jag kaffe och lyssnade på en när och kär lätta sitt hjärta. Det var nästan så att jag själv började pjula… i en fullpackad restaurang i värsta lunchrusningen! Jag höll tillbaka, bet i läppen och blinkade bort den tåren som höll på att tränga ut.

Är man en mjuk själ i en hård värld är inte livet lätt, eller åtminstone blir det svårare än vad det skulle kunna vara. Jag syftar här på både mig själv och min nära och kära som jag lyssnade på idag.

Ibland önskar jag att jag kunde vara som så många andra jag känner, de som tycks glida igenom livet glada och lyckliga och inte har problem alls. Jag har stött på alldeles för många såna. Det är också såna, tröga fanskap som går på rosa moln varje dag, som tycker att tragedier som Jokela, Kauhajoki, WTC och krig är hemska och går omkring och tycker synd om sig själva för att de lever i en så rutten värld.

Newsflash, motherfuckers; världen har inte helt mitt i allt blivit rutten, den har alltid varit det, det är bara det att du inte lyckats fatta det än, din dumma fjant. Så länge det funnits mänskor, och så länge som det kommer att finnas mänskor så kommer världen vara det most fucked up place som finns.

Nu tycker du såklart att jag är jätte hemsk som går och säger såhär, och naturligtvis tänker du att jag drar alla över en och samma kam. Men nej, det gör jag inte, för jag är smartare än vad du är, och jag har insett att även om världen har varit, är, och kommer att förbli sjuk så kommer mjuka själar som jag, min nära och kära och tusentals, kanske milliontals (men det numret tvivlar jag på) andra att göra världen lite lättare, rundare och mjukare för de som behöver.

Det är bara synd att man själv ska behöva genomgå så mycket skit innan man inser hur allt egentligen ligger och hur man kan vara till nytta för andra. Hårt mot hårt funkar inte, och därför blir ju vi som är mjuka hårda och cyniska medan de andra, de “normala” blir mjukare.

Out Of The Nephew’s Mouth – Part V

So I went out to Vantaa yesterday to visit my brother and his kids. It was Sunday, the stores were closed, so we decided to take a little walk to the local kiosk to get us some cookies.

On the way back my brother was thinking out loud, looked in my direction and said: “What’s the date for today? The 27th, 28th maybe?” I said I wasn’t sure so I should check the calendar in my cell phone.

Benjamin, my 5 year old nephew, heard this, and being the witty little dude he is he looked at his father and said:

“You have to come to my school. We learn things there. And we also have a calendar and every morning somebody rips off a new piece of paper and you can see what the date is.”

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Leave me, bitches!

Dear Diary,

I now remember why I so rarely go to the bar.

It is 7:55 in the morning, I’m still a little drunk and trying to sober up, I have a headache and I feel stupid.

Well, from what I can actually remember I had fun. I had some beer, a shot of tequila, ate junk food, talked to a British guy on the telephone, etc…

What I don’t like, however, is that it has been confirmed yet again; only old hags dig me. There was this clingy old bitch that was after me like flies hunting for fresh shit. She looked like a 50 year old mother of four, and I bet she was just that. She kept talking and talking and talking and I just wanted to go sit down with my brother, but even when I’m drunk I’m the nice, polite guy. I should be a jerk sometimes, I bet living is easier that way.

And I should perhaps have a sign hanging on my back: Not interested, go away!

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