Rubbish Times - a paper?

The week has passed in slight nausea and sever headaches. It is so that on Monday I picked a fight with a fuse box and came out badly. I know what you think. A fuse box?! The story is long and I have no intention of boring anyone with it. And how I came out so badly? It wasn’t just an ordinary fuse box. It was a cast iron monster from Victorian times. Now the question arouses how on earth we could have a cast iron fuse box from Victorian times 2000miles from the UK while Finland, has not been a colony. Of the UK. It is quite simple! In the late 60s or early 70s when Finland was still a budget economy Oulu started to become a booming city. In fact, it has become a city. Well, Town if you should really ask. But as construction remained on tight budget apart from or due to the bomb shelters in the basement of every building, fuse boxes were imported from British scrap yards or former African colonies. So there we go.

Do not! Ever pick a fight with such an instalment. Especially not using you head. I lost my balance and nearly fell over. I probably suffered a mild concussion and I am wearing the mark of the incident for some time to come. Lesson learnt: solid metal is not to be approached with head at high speed. Tobi was being solidary for a while and a couple of day back he started banging his head to the wall. Easy for him, his brain is in a shockproof skull harder than anything I have ever seen, even cast iron fuse boxes. When the wall started cracking I asked him to stop. He did. I guess some things are even too much for him.

The week wasn’t that great on us. Especially on me. Couple of days back I have been to the dentist. I do that regularly because some eons ago a root canal treatment has been started on one of my tooth. Since, generations came and went and this particular tooth has been passed down from father to son 3 times already and if things continue on their current course I will have to hand this tooth over to Lili when time comes, or so it feels. The last 3 times I have been visiting the dentist I was told that they need 1 or maybe 2 more sessions to finish the job. They live off me. I wonder if in a couple of years time I will have a 25foot deep and 3 foot wide hole dug in my face… where will it go? A portal into another world? A beginning to another Narnia story with a bunch of Dental Specialist as the main characters? What kind of magical world would they find walking through my mouth? One can only imagine! But tries not to.

I played it safe. Tobi was locked in the bathroom the whole time. I took up a meditating body position, relaxed, breathing steadily and deeply in a slow rhythm. Mind more less empty focusing on only a handful and otherwise nice things. Last time I did this I almost fell asleep. I know, I am cool. Things proceeded just the same way, occasionally I had the sensation that there is an almost breakthrough into Dental Narnia but I remained in a more less trans like state till the moment when I was forced back to reality. I received a shower of antiseptic something! I checked myself, I have remained motionless before and until this shower, wasn’t jumping kicking anything. I gazed around but Tobi wasn’t there. He was not to blame. I still wonder how the stuff they use to wash and clean the insides of my tooth has ended up in my ear? Either the brake through was not to the land of magic, which I doubt because surely I would feel the consequences or somehow my dental professional missed a bit. Sensational feeling. No apology which made me feel I should be doing that. I discarded. After all they do get paid well digging a bit and splashing some water around in a familiar environment every couple of months.

I survived the dentist and of course the dentist survived me. Other event of the week that Tobi became Famous! Sort of. A bunch of prisoners have heard of him and found him interesting. Cool even. Now we are trusted with building a platform so they can all have a share of the fun. Well, they were not prisoners like criminals. In a sense. But of words. Of course in some cultures that is an offence or even a crime. Although that would be more like some political establishments. Anyway. They liked Tobi without meeting him. I guess most people do. Which is cool.

Just like me.

He is away now. Something about a shopping tour getting winter clothes and having to sort things back home. I mean Vietnam. He mumbled something about growing up or something, he is trying to fix some paperwork.
I guess it is ok. We will be rather busy with socialising during the weekend anyway. With people.