Il était une fois un vendredi soir...


For some reason everybody came to ask me where I'm from last Friday. Cos I'm not really keen on explaining my life story or why I'm in Paris for random people on the metro, I'm just telling them to guess and I'd let them know if they guess correctly. If not, then buhuu for them. So last Friday I was said to be English, Russian, Italian, Spanish, Greek, American and German. My Finnish identity continues to be a secret for the sleazy strangers. And let's keep it that way.


Funny thing was that after I had made the observation that the club where we went to was kind of a lihatiski I saw that there was actually a pig hanging from the ceiling. A coincidence or just mocking the regular customers?