Sometime after midnight in Helsinki-Vantaa

We’re chasing each other – the girl in the red hat, and I – the old man waving his hand in the air conduct while you whistle. Close your eyes, sink into your own little world – hum like a bee maybe that of the hotdog stand finished serving the last rush of customers, with a swoop and a scoop. Bustle back to the tarmac, airport … Continue reading Sometime after midnight in Helsinki-Vantaa