You know the traffic regulators. The ones that show up on Saturday mo or are highly active right about on 5th or 10th dates every month…. Yes, the ones lost motivation to stay sober and those folks end up wasting all of their salary by 6th or 11th. And they wiggle on the streetside looking suspiciously fragile and unstable for all the drivers who try to guess if this zombielike thing is about to fall under the car or wants to cross the streets. So I drive and keep guessing. It looks as if zombies have taken over. One of the zombies stops on the zebracrossing, it’s zebra without traffic lights. You know, white stripes on the street where people cross the road. I stop because I have to, by the rules, let the pedestrians cross if they appear to be wanting to cross. And then the fucking regulators become live. The barely standing, drunk as fuck man starts to wave and rotate its hands, then grabs the lightpost because apparenty the wave was wayyyyyy too much for him and almost took him out. Those zombies only apprear right after payday. Imagine having no meaning nor purpose in life but to get minimum salary, and the moment the phone (if you have one) makes “peep” you head for the cheapest vodka you can find. You get it and drink it alone. Alone because you are a survivor and smart! If you would have company there is a high risk of getting into some sort of lame argument and knife ending this argument. It’s pretty common here among those poorest of all. Mind you, most of the poorest, I mean the regulators, are russians. It’s a vicious circle they refused to get out of. The circle they chose was not to learn local language, hence ending up with worst jobs ever, the ones where no talking is needed. Like gravediggers. Any job with shovels. So they get the worst jobs if they get any at all. And then become friends with similar gangstas. Cursing all the locals, praising “poo tin” and dreaming of “poo tin” coming to bring back the good ol’ times and “rescue” them.

It’s useless to try to convince them. They used to have chill life when they were young: free apartment or a house upon arrival (taken from locals just like israeli zionists taking houses from palestinians), job in joint called “kolhos” or “sovhos”, money coming in, “chicks for free” that were also sent to here to bring us “culture”. Culture they brought yes…. Russian culture mainly consisted of toilet that meant hole on the ground, evening out meant endless vodka, beatings, killings. Resistance was subdued with killings, deportations to Siberia, or just taking your belongings, house, farmanimals. If you were rich in 1920s you were usually sent to Siberia. If you were stupid and rich and resisted you were shot to head behind sauna. And we were rich that time, better off than Finland.

So those regulators. One almost fell under my car while regulating the traffic. I was the only car on the street and he was persistant that I must go. The moment I took my foot off the break he lost his grip of the lightpost and fell face down right in front of my car, right under my car with his head. That damn regulator!!! I hit the breaks and jump out of the car to see where he is. Just 2 millimetres more and his head would be crushed by my tyre. Damn russian bastard! And he was so drunk, pissed (probably not only piss!) pants, stinky and dirty, unable to speak I could not leave him there. I called the police to come and take him. When police came this idiot claimed he wanted to go to my place. Horror. He was literally drooling on my boobs, trying to grab them in the broad daylight!! Babbling something on juicy and tasty in russian. Gross, gross beyond imagination. I feel sorry for the police officers who have to wear gloves because they have to drag this stinky bastards into their car.

This is the culture we were gifted by russians. Top notch. 

But more on the bright side now. It’s raining, sunny, raining, sunny menu now. As I am sitting and writing this in my cottage on the terrace I enjoy pretty much summer like I used to have in Italy. Some sort of cicada like creatures are pretty busy and it really feels like Italy except the humidity is different. Our weather is somehow easier to bare as it’s more humid by the sea. 30C here and 30C in Italy are totally different experiences.  Now the sun disappeared and I can hear thunder right above my head. No rain yet but I can bet it’s going to be a blast somewhere near. I probably will not get rain here because swallows are flying high. If they fly right above ground there will be rain. Now they fly above rooftops, so no rain. Imagine how boring of a childhood I had to have to know these kinds of signs of upcoming weather 🙂

Will go to island in one week, tix bought already. Cheduled carting, will go around lighthouses if we fancy we can even climb up the 500+ years old stairs of one of the oldest still operating lighthouses in the world! Hope to have a lot of fish, perhaps already flounder is fatty and nice. Will take stroll at discgolf course that is next to my home and most probably just have a day on the beach aswell. The discgolf is a funny thing in the forest. It’s not golf, open wide fields. It’s sort of baskets in the middle of wild forest and you have the discs that you have to throw into the baskets with as little throws as possible. In Sweden, for instance, using the discgolf course is with tickets. Just like golf, or any other activity. Which is hilarious. Because here it’s for free, the discgolf that is. We have free outdoors gyms on the beaches and in the parks, free obstacle courses in the forest, some of which go pretty high onto the trees so you will be like Tarzan. Fascinating is that the poorest countries have such things free. I could bet if the tickets would be charged nobody on their right mind would use them. 

Fed the stray cats now. 2 babies that are 3 months old, 2 cats that are some 3 years olds and one huge old black male cat. His head is gigant and he is in bits, but recovering. Must be the local terrorist fighting with all males that are not castrated. Simple minded villagers don’t go to vet to get snip snip. So I end up having some 9 cats in my yard again. I put up the cage to catch the one female that is pregnant again. She is due any day now and he idea is to catch her, get her kittens at home, and then sterilise her. She had 4 kittens in spring, of which 2 are here at the moment, hiding under terrace. I have now friend who wants to help out and if we catch this pregnant one, my friend will take her home. From there we will see either we keep the female or bring back to live wild in the cottage which is sort of a dumb idea in our climate as in winter it gets into deep minuses. Better try to find her and her kittens homes. So, if you need working cat, let me know 🙂

Stay hot and cool

Will go to prep some dinner now (this time real food too, not only beer :)) 

XOXOX