For the last two weeks I've been flabbergasted about the velocity in which the weeks have seemingly passed. I just came here, I now know my way around the town without those uneasy feelings so familiar to me from the public transport nightmares I used to have. I know that I need to place my groceries on the left side of the cashier so that they may scan my stuff to the right side and I may calmly count the coins meanwhile and not panic when the currency just is too hard to grasp.
The final exam exams have started preying among us, this week I survived two - of which one is a certain pass - but the coming week requires me to pass five exams. I had grown so used to the relaxed schedule that mere thought raises cold sweat to my brow. Speaking of which, I got me an entirely new skin design to brighten the arm! It's a manta ray, jape at my nickname "ruusku" which vaguely translates to a sort of specimen of rausku (manta ray in Finnish). Additional colour was achieved by groups of few purplish flowers.
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| Another angle of the freshly painted flesh. |
Yesterday I mainly slept; the day wore long on Friday. The original aim of our little group was to find a cozy, dark park at night to watch the shooting star phenomenon while chilling. Well, I led us to a great location in terms of darkness (Normafa), but we were overcome by persistent clouds, so the only actual sights we saw were in total one (1) satellite and a handful of planes (one of which was mistaken as a shooting star at first sight). Not a bad occasion after all, still, some guitar music was provided and we found a kiddy slide quite nearby. Reminded me a lot of some nights back at home, just the darkness was much more prominent there in the outskirts of the city - and we were not the only ones horsing around in the kid's park, there was other people just sitting there a bit further away, barely recognizable in the dark. Maybe we occupied just the spots they wished to play in.
Once we had our share of the gleeful exercise, we walked back to our camp site. A member of the bunch suddenly said that he had shut his backpack but his sandwich had gone missing anyway, at which point we were mainly amused - no phones nor wallets had been taken from the location while we were away. The hilarious quickly turned to horror on my part, when he went and retrieved torn pieces of the sandwich wrappers approximately fifteen meters from our site. We stood there a while and reasoned that it must have had been a small animal. Yes. It must have had been something like that... perfect moment to start heading back home. We waited until the bus came to pick us up, but another fellow forgot their guitar at the bus stop, so we all jumped out and killed time until the next bus by walking the hills. Somewhere around two in the morning. But I met a cat on the way, so the walk was truly a significant part of the experience.
