Kesä

Kasvava odotus kohti lomaa lienee stimuloiva unianikin. Vaikka olenkin ehkä uniassosiaatioketjujen kuningatar (kaikkihan vielä muistavat sen, missä TV-sarjan "unelmien poikamies" opetti mulle emalikorujen tekemistä), viimeaikaiset menevät jälleen yli ymmärryksen. Ainakin se, missä rehtorimme vastusti jyrkästi maailmanparannusyritystemme lisäksi myös graduani. Tai sitten se, missä joku ryhmä esitti kevätnäytöksessä ilmaismuropaketteja.

Kotikaupunki on kaunis ja kesäinen ja vihreä ja aurinkoinen, ja samoilla mennään toivottavasti myös Euroopassa. Tänään vielä kopautan oppilaiden kautta Monnarin lattiaan uusinta yhteiskuntavalveutunutta nykyirkkuani, minkä jälkeen se onkin sitten kohta jo adios, goodbye, auf Wiedersehen ja silleen. Jei!

And another one

In Amélie there is a scene where she is cooking and pours boiled pasta into a strainer, and she looks down to the neighbour's - the Glasman's - appartment through the window and her friend's cat that's always visiting is spinning about her feet. And the music takes one immediately to Paris, to the small alleys of the Latin quarter and parks and shops and créperies on the streets.

The first time I saw the movie was with a good friend and we were 18 years old, about to leave the high school soon and we knew exactly how one's mind could make such images and ideas come and go. Not much has changed since then. Some time ago I was cooking in my kitchen, listening to Amélie's soundtrack and funnily enough happened to pour my boiled pasta through a strainer while the same music was playing as in the scene in the movie. For too many occations I feel such an Amélie and even though it is among my favourites of movies, I would once in a while be glad if I could help it. Because sometimes one should to dare to live. Dare to love.

And then again this Amélie plans on how to do little things to the neighbours and friends and how to make her plants grow and feel well and what else. How to make an Amélie to grow and feel well; that is the question. Because the only thing an Amélie really dares to do, is to dream. Good, but not good enough.

My favourite movie scene

In Jenseits der Stille ("Behind the Silence" or so) the clarinette playing girl of the deaf parents and the primary school teacher for deaf children are on their first date. The have just seen a bad movie and are on their way back home, while they happen to stop at an out-door cart for sausages (such a German & Finnish thing). They place an order and the radio just changes the song: the first piano runs of Gloria Gaynor's I will survive catch their interest. They start signing the English lyrics to each other, which ends up to a dance around in the summer night. Finally they get their food and move on, but there is nothing like the warm atmosphere that must be among the best starts of a companionship in the long history of movies.

Last night I studied until 4am. Tonight I am so going to sleep, starting now.

All bendle schnitzed

I had my last seminar today. Probably my last seminar in the university, ever. (Or at least in this one.) How great is that! How scary is that... How scary is it to say that after these two weeks of assignments and exams, basically I am down to just a few exams and the big G in the fall. The problem with the university is that we spend so many years in here, we cannot leave after we're done. It's too scary to step out into the real world. But no worries. I am sure I'll come up with another minor by the time of the fall... After all, I SHOULD take every advantage of my eternal free admission. Nowadays some people got to leave for good after 7 years and let me just guess soon they'll have to pay, too. Which leads me to the core problem of my relationship with this institution: I don't want to be in a Finnish university that makes people pay for it. I've done my best helping to fight against it but with no results. Therefore I am sure they will get rid of me pretty soon, after all.

Just two weeks to go, thank God he's planned this all so well. When we are in the desperate need of holidays and could not possibly do any more, we figure we've already got the plane tickets, exactly for the right time. Just how great is THAT.

May!

Somehow I always end up here when I should to be writing a school paper. Willing to be positive, one could see it as a warm up for writing - or then as just another excuse not to do anything when the stress grows overwhelming, something very characteristic for me. I am eagerly waiting to be done with the following weeks; this time on Sunday three weeks ahead I can finally wish good holidays to my pupils, to my studies, to my own dance stuff and start preparing for the trip, that is still a little mystery even to me, where it is going to take me to. Never mind all the rest, I am just so impatient to see my Gilmore half again and visit some of those lovely European cities I've been longing for throughout the long spring of work work work.

Starting my paper today I read a little more of one Auschwitz survivor, Primo Levi. (Worth to google.) Once again the reason I chose to do my research on this subject became so evident - it's simply following the legacy we were left with.

In spite of my hating these Finnish folks' festivities because of how people "celebrate" those, I had a great Mayday weekend under the long awaited sun, with good friends and good stuff (food, puzzle, pictures, walks, talks and naps with a furry friend). I lost my voice, though, nothing political included, but it's slowly coming back, too. Green things and singing birds, come! I'm ready for the summer.