The north style. In Joensuu

Blip of the day: a new idea to collect snow. Hubby sent the pic from Joensuu and my small smurf is wondering about it.

In the evening me and my daughter drove to the dementia ward to see grandpa. What a surprise, that apparently the whole ward had diarrhea. Grandpa was vomiting and having pain in stomach. Propably Noro virus, said nurses, very contagious. All elderly people in their rooms. Vomiting bags everywhere ready to use. Too bad that the nurses told us about the situation only just after we were there and about to leave...

In the middle of vomiting, grandpa remembered to tell how disturbed our next door neighbor mr big boss is. On the other hand being happy for Anonymous hackers for helping Ukrainians.

On our way back, my daughter checked how long time we have before we begin vomit. 12-48hours. On our way home we listened this song Pohjola (words in english below). And decided to visit to the supermarket to be ready for the disease.


+2c and sunny during daylight. Frost at night.

Susanna




At first there was a bog, a hoe and Jussi
And a hell of a lot of northern land2
But who would be crazy enough to farm this land
Well welcome to Finland
In here lives a nation that can be bent but won't break
That won't leave their homeland even when there's war
But still dreams of moving to Spain when filling out a lottery ticket

Even a bullseye wont change a person
The birches in Turku are still made from the same wood
It'll teach the most stubborn of people humility
When the frost destroys the wheat
Waiting for the summer in the darkness
Then we'll dance Midsummer dances in the rain
You can try our will
But it's useless to expect too much

And we shout
Bring it on
I'm not afraid of the frost
It won't break my Corolla
Sometimes we fall
But we'll always get back up again
It's a blessing and a curse
That we were born into the north

We'll only go to the doctor when we're peeing blood
Coffee and humor is dark in here
We enjoy watching people shake hands
Bedtime stories teach us to fear god
And the most popular songs talk about death
When Finland is mentioned somewhere
We'll meet at the market place

And we shout
Bring it on
I'm not afraid of the frost
It won't break my Corolla
Sometimes we fall
But we'll always get back up again
It's a blessing and a curse
That we were born into the north

We complain about Finland's summer
And curse the winter
But still come back from trips in the south
Barbarous things are beautiful to us
Like sisu, sauna and Popeda
This is a piece of Heaven
Or maybe we're crazy
To be living in Finland

And we shout
Bring it on
I'm not afraid of the frost
It won't break my Corolla
Sometimes we fall
But we'll always get back up again
It's a blessing and a curse
That we were born into the north

Yeah we shout
And curse too much
Drink ourselves drunk
But always do our jobs
And we swear
On this land
It's a blessing and a curse
That we were born into The North

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