Lady Finland
I would like to recite you a tale. A tale about woman, unrivaled in its power to conjure up so many memories or emotions, and it is these memories, and emotions, that are the subject of this story. Life is strange. When you think that everyone forgot you, suddenly long lost figures of your life appear. I would like to thank “Miss top 3″ and my own “Joker of the past” ( Yes that would make me Harley Quinn but that’s story for another time) which gave me inspiration to write this tribute which i had in mind for a long time. A tribute to "Lady Finland” which made my miserable existance way more tolerable. I met her on my first day during my journey in Portugal. You could say that i “met her in the summer” heh. Though my first day was awful, oddly enough it was the start of me becoming someone else... something else. I have to say in my life it’s rare event when someone would drag me along with them. Knowing that my pressence is wanted ignited that dim light in my own mind which represented hope which i thought of losing long time ago. Some events during that time will always be etched in one of the rooms of my own mind palace which holds memories of people whose i’ll never forget. She was one of those women which you wouldn’t want to piss off. Rumors say that she knew Krav Maga. I would like to believe that she was Izraelian spy sent to destroy Finland from within. Generosity was one of her properties. Although now i wonder if she shared famous Finnish “mana of the gods” Koskenkorva, the black mass brought from fiery pits of hell itself just to make me suffer for all those times when she had to listen to my sorry ass talking nonsense. Im pretty sure there were way more times than anyone else could tolerate. I think it might be both, but who am i kidding i deserve even more. She was there during my ups and downs. Of course at that time i was too big of a macho to admit to some things she said. Although i will never forget couple words which she said during the point when i reached my lowest. Point of my own mind warping itself. It might be some kind of dilusion or thing which i wanted to hear at that time. I am not sure if it was what i heard but it doesn’t matter because it meant a lot to me. Words “you’re my friend” is one of those things which are worth more than anything in the world. At that point i kept it for myself but it helped to move this giant boulder of my back. Without her last days were not the same. Not having your friend , a female wingman, felt like someone handicapped me. Still i cherish every moment which i had. One of perks having good memory is that you can just close your eyes and experience it again. Either way i don’t think that i ever said how much i appreciate everything she did for me. So thank you. Who knows maybe one day we will meet again.












