So, a week or more of watermelons and winter. No proper blogging, no commenting. Just a broken broadband and an autumn holiday.
Day 1 Freshly picked, outgrown watermelons! Who said there are polar bears roaming on the pavements of Helsinki? God they were delicious. Not the bears.
Day 2 The cubs visit a museum. The guards wish they were unemployed.
Day 3 It starts to be horribly dark. The sun rises and sets sooner than you can notice.
Day 4 I see a car accident and a death of a woman.
Day 5 Gosh, it's November soon, but Mr. Fox gives me flowers, so I really don't care.
Day 6 At the amusement park. Stuffed inside a plastic helicopter rising noisily up in the air, I remember how much I fear heights.
Day 7 Stuffed inside a movie theatre. Cars, super size popcorn and loud kids.
Day 8 Countryside. Sauna. Heavy rain.
Day 9 It's freaking cold. I stand at the backyard, have a rake in my hand and stare at the snow. Later I stand in the local bar, have a pint of too sweet cider and stare at the former punk star who sings Goan reggae songs.
Day 10 I wish I had just one free, lazy afternoon, when my biggest concern would be to consider whether to bother finding a mobile for ordering a pizza or not. I film a dark road movie. I'm a poor woman's Tarkovski.
Day 11 I have a broken broadband and I'm trying to find my way out from the bottom of my undone jobs.
Day 12 Forget everything I said about the darkness. It's even darker now. I almost sleep at the theatre, watching a depressive circus about a lack of communication. My only joy was to get a free packet of butter. But the broadband works.