The last winter I spent Christmas in Kuusamo,-enough-some miles south of where I am now, other side of the country now bordege with Sweden, last year it did with Russia -. For several days, twenty-people from a girl a year until a excombatent centenary of the Winter War, and dogs, we'll eat and drink, basically, and go to the sauna house and the sauna to the snow and the hangover fart while Joulupukki bottles of vodka in return asked to come to bring them gifts the kids. We planted the tree, I went to a concert nadaletes, I cry to call the family down there, I envy those friends who sent me messages of congratulations blown like rats from the busy streets of Christmas in Alcoy and I ask myself what the hell I had come to this piece in the world.
To not expect anything special this year. My partner was a guided tour im'havia resigned to spend the night alone, 24 and 25 working at home and although we made some Christmas cards and I could not resist looking at photos of Tirisiti, not exactly an atmosphere breathed through here Christmas. Unexpectedly, a package of my friends m'aplegà Finnish further south with a gift, kids drawings, photos, chocolate ... and a map of Finland with all the places where we were last winter circled in red, along with that, a marker, "p er vages encircling all that you are to see . I was Christmas enxufar mode weights circumstances, I called a couple of friends to sing them Merry Christmas .. but the excitement was short-lived: they would be, anyway, about Christmas a little sad. In the end, things change.
Customers Louis decided to tour half they could not hold it back and they wanted it, so we suddenly I found that would at home until today, I had 24 free and we go through the woods with the dogs in a back mate we had left the door two boxes of chocolates, the boss did the same with a couple of bottles of wine and other companies that had made us cookies one gift box: definitely, Christmas had gathered, and I was more remedy that by letting me invade your spirit still lacked complete it by going to the Midnight Mass in the church Äkäslompolo, wonderful idea this man has touched me in grace and they had nothing against him- beseech you to our souls, Finn and I will not wrong the acquisition of vocabulary a bit biblical, thought-up minds that we do a charity and invited one of our greatest chefs and another man already working in the dogcamp and is alone to attend Mass with us.
I go for the cook and I find it to cook the other starting the second bottle of vodka, but I said yes that they came and fell two laps on the road to the cabin to the van. Frank, ever to tell you, usually seen with a fluorescent yellow jacket, has a belly fit where a dozen children in the last months pregnant and not know exactly how it ended here: you pass the days and nights drinking vodka and missing his years in the Caribbean or Africa, and merely called on the phone to know who to go at all hours waiting that that go to see who return to tell it again for him to have horses in warmer regions. Has a son of thirty years in prison and when not Africa or the Caribbean misses misses the times he had a bar or on the communist Germany, the happiest days of his life today is defined as to National. Going to the van, fell back.
collecting dogcamp to collect René, dressed in a fleece jacket with large buttons that a Russian Dorati had done many years ago, and with eyes as red for the tears, we have three guides, completely drunk, curious to see why a mass in Finland, although the reality was that the male-female ratio in there is unequal dogcamp thank my no-decisions of my head frustrated by a failed expedition to the North Pole deserve another post and had run out of someone who spent the night while the rest rooms and sofas to roll around, a kind of Sodom and Gomorrah caused by the concentration of hormones in the same home too for a whole winter (part also many other factors: the moon, vodka, excitement over five hundred dogs around, the darkness, boredom ...). We had way down, between nadaletes, grunts and chants of cabreig Germans.
In the church we did ten minutes later and pushed Louis sit-in in my first row, the two were xicones a shame that neither alcohol nor holding them was holding plants, and Frank their fluorescent yellow jacket walked central corridor with the video camera in one hand and the photo comes to flash-over in the other night we invited her to see cabanyeta Videos Caribbean: images recorded on the beach and zoom in-asses and breasts, Rene appeared and disappeared behind until the mass just to sit in front of Christ and cry and cry and cry, because it is unfortunately that you will soon muiguen daughter and wife from cancer, but unfortunately is that while one died and another died while you were in Siberia, and I ... I tried what you said before, to enrich my vocabulary Bible in Finnish, but Louis is a very serious man for these things and the priest was saying each time that the number of songs that we sing in the booklet, and if not Louis hears me sing and catch I pointed the finger to where we were as if I had lost and I beat her rape as saying " sings" , and hence I was, singing, and the gentleman looked at my priest, and I love who played the kantele the girl who also played the organ, and from time to time we see a flash, and Frank asked us why we had led a mass protest if he was Catholic (we were in a Lutheran church).
When gathered at home after all and we gave gifts, and we remained near the fire during happy hours listening nadaletes in French, and looked at the clock and were six and a quarter and I am put to work at six and a half and I said I Louis repeated each time we say things like that here someone pille an ax to fuck you a host to another, or someone strip 300 kilometers by car (round, more than 300 back) to collect one type of meat for their dogs for not wanting to wait two days, giving them another type of meat to the dealer porte him: in the north is just where all the garbage of Europe. I say yes, it milloret each house, and you know what? That the truth is that I love. And Merry Christmas.
Last winter I experienced Christmas in Kuusamo, some-pretty-miles south of where I am now, and across the country, now borders on Sweden, last year it was with Russia. For several days, scores of people-from a girl of a year to a veteran centenary of the Winter War, and dogs, we are dedicated to eating and drinking, basically, and going from the house to the sauna and the sauna Snow and drunkenness to the surf while bottles of vodka Joulupukki asked in return for coming to bring gifts to children. We planted the tree, I went to a concert of Christmas songs, I cried to call the family down there, I envied friends who sent me messages of congratulations drunk like rats from the busy streets of Alcoy Christmas, and I wondered what the hell I had come to do this piece of the world.
This year was not expecting anything special. My partner was leading a tour and I was resigned to spend the night of 24 single and 25 working, and although at home we put some Christmas cards and could not resist the temptation to look at pictures of Tirisiti not breathe over here one precisely Christmas atmosphere. Unexpectedly, I received a package from my Finnish friends further south with a gift, children's drawings, photos chocolates ... and a map of Finland with all the places where we were last winter surrounded in red, along with that, a pen, " to go around all you have left to see ." So I plugged the holiday despite the circumstances, I called a couple of friends to sing Merry Christmas ... but the emotion that I was short, would be, however, one Christmas a little sad. In the end, things change.
customers decided to tour half could not stand it and wanted to go, so I suddenly found that I have at home until today I had the 24 free and we had to the woods with the dogs, becoming a partner had left us at the door two boxes of chocolates, the chief did the same with a couple of bottles of wine and another colleague who had made cookies gave us a box: definitely had Christmas come, and I had no choice but to let myself be overcome by his spirit still remained to be completed by going to midnight mass at the Church of Äkäslompolo, wonderful idea this man has touched me in favor and against whom-he had nothing to pray for our souls, and my Finnish evil will not acquire some vocabulary biblical thought, until we went through the head to a charity and invite one of our cooks and another older man who works in the dogcamp and alone, to attend mass with us.
I went for the cook and the cook ran the other starting the second bottle of vodka, but he said it was coming and fell twice on the road to the cabin to the van. Frank, that's the name, usually wearing a fluorescent yellow jacket, has a belly with room for a dozen creatures in the last month of pregnancy and not sure how he ended up here: He spends his days and nights drinking vodka and longing his years in the Caribbean or Africa, and does more than call by telephone to go to find out who all the time hoping that God knows who tells you once again has him gigs in warmer regions. Has a son of thirty years in jail and if not Africa or the Caribbean longs longs for the days when he had a bar or days of the GDR, the happiest days of his life is now defined as National . Climbing the van, fell again.
We arrived at dogcamp to pick up Rene, dressed in a tweed jacket with large gold buttons, a Russian wove for him many years ago and with eyes as red with tears; we noted two of the guides, completely drunk, curious to see that a mass in Finland, but the reality was that the male-female back in the house is uneven dogcamp thank my boss, "the decisions of my boss frustrated by a failed expedition to the North Pole deserve another post-, and had run out of someone to spend the night, while the remainder is rolled on rooms and sofas, a kind of Sodom and Gomorrah caused by the concentration of too many hormones same household for an entire winter (also other factors involved: the moon, vodka, the excitement of more than five hundred dogs around, the darkness, boredom ...). We road down between Christmas carols, songs and groans of anger Germans.
The church arrived ten minutes late and Louis insisted that we sit in the front rows, the two guides reeked of alcohol and not stand up, Frank and his fluorescent jacket walked down the aisle with video camera in one hand and the photos come to flash in the other-more than one night invited us to his little cabin to see videos of the Caribbean: images recorded on the beach and zoom to the tits and ass ", René disappeared behind and did not appear until the Mass is over to sit in front of Christ and mourn and mourn and mourn, because it is unfortunate that in a short time you die the wife and daughter of cancer, but unfortunately is that while one died and the other died you were in Siberia, and I ... I tried what I said before, to enrich my vocabulary Bible in Finnish, but Louis is a very serious man for these things and the priest was saying every time the number of songs that we had to sing in the book, and if Louis was not listening sing pointed at me where were we as if I had missed and I got elbowed as saying " sings" and there I was, singing, and the priest looked at us, and I fell in love with playing the kantele girl also played the organ, and from time to time we saw a flash, and Frank asked us why we had been to a Catholic mass if he was Protestant (we were in a Lutheran church).
When we got home after all, and we gave gifts, and we were happy before the fire for hours listening to Christmas carols in French, and watched the clock and it was quarter past six and I would to work at six-thirty and I'm going, Louis repeated what we say every time that things happen here like someone take an ax to stick a host to another, or someone should be driving 300 kilometers (round, plus 300 back) to pick up a kind of meat for their dogs by Quéré not wait two days Dandolo other kinds of meat until the dealer is the Fetch: in the north is where acabamos trash the whole of Europe. And I say yes, it mejorcito each house, and knew that ¿? I love that. Y feliz Navidad.
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