LINNA, Vaino

Here under the North Star

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In the beginning there were the swamp, the hoe - and Jussi….

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There was no shouting or acting. Just looking at one another, because this hatred was real Finnish hate. Like a pond in a swamp: black, cold, deep and murky.

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Well then, this old man once went to take a bull to the butcher, and he took some turpentine with him. And that bull got tired, so the old man put some turpentine on his balls. Then the bull started running so fast that the old man put turpentine on his own balls. But the bull's balls stopped stinging before the old man's and when the old man got to the butcher's he handed him the rope and said hold on to this I've still got a ways to go...

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