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Our House have been overrun by Finns and Foreigners yesterday. Former classmates of Jen dropped in for dinner. Fortunately they have brought food in plenty, we had dinner tonight from the leftovers and there is still more. Tobi has made himself scarce as he was concerned of the too many people and them eating too much food. He needed not to and I explained it to him when he came to meet me after work today to ride home together. When he found out however that there were still people hanging out in our house he decided to stay away for another night. He mumbled something about staying with a friend but I’m not sure. He looked kind of rough. I dared not to ask if he spent the night in Onnela.

Riding home was fantastic. I like coming home in the spring more than in the winter. The day is bright and sunny, cycling is a pleasure even with a wriggling dragon sitting behind me. We sang some songs, plenty of songs actually, some even about class struggle and I do think that people who seen us may have thought that we were slightly mad, or at least drunk… well, drunk with spring. That is enough for me. I have been thinking about grabbing some coffee on the way home but without getting off the bike it would have been difficult. I think that I would probably have spilled most of the cup trying to grab it from someone’s table on the terrace of one of many respectable café’s in town. Tobi gave it a try but fortunately the cup was empty and nobody was looking and he missed the cup with a good inch. He smacked his head in a giant sign promoting cycling routes or something like that.

Till now I haven’t have the chance to tell about Tobi’s yesterday last night as we had been busy having a good time, sharing our stories from the past couple of years or so and remembering other good times talking about good times. Hey! This sounds a bit dull here but you know, sometimes you can only get the story and the ‘feeling’ if you were there, there is no retelling. It doesn’t work like that. Besides, I think we weren’t really talking about good times when we were talking about good times.
Anyway, Tobi has followed up on the ‘leaves wanna be buds only’ story we came across earlier this week. He couldn’t shelf his curiosity any longer and instead of coming to work with me on Friday he left to gather intelligence about the emerging movement. He recounted to me that there has been created an entity called collective of collectives of collectives of collectives of… … collectives of collectives since Monday. (plant life has a painful desire for accuracy in names). Since it also has grown into a Leninist dictatorship with some nasty tendencies that I think will not carry in print nicely so I will not tell about them. Shocking stuff. But as of Friday morning there has been a popular movement set into action called the popular collective of popular collectives of popular collectives of popular collectives of… … popular collectives of popular collectives for the revolution of the collective of collectives of collectives of collectives of… … collectives of collectives. The action was simple: it is to break up the dictatorial regime back into small Rousseau’n collectives and carry on as usual. Back to nature so to speak. The leaves are leaves now and the trees are truly beautiful. All is well.
But I think that Tobi has been making this ‘intel’ up. I think he is reluctant to admit that we may have been tricked by a bunch of bored fairies and as the buds on Friday sprang into leaves he constructed a story around this event. I let him have it on this one.