so the next morning, after three hours of sleep, we went to tallinn. and on the ship. and i already started losing it cause of the language. but it's not even that funny anymore XD so that's that.
so we arrived to helsinki and came to our friends place, who of course lived three minutes from the festival.
okay...and now the adventure time starts. as we have this tradition to always get our friends abroad estonian vodka, we cracked the bottle open like 3 o'clock. after getting politely tipsy, we went to the home bar. got along quite too well with everybody, including the shots. so in one point friend was pissed and went home, so it was festival time for the rest of us. i'm not gonna start how amazing was major lazer and how shit was the festival itself, cause it's not about that. after the concerts we walked to friends place, called her and realized the fun fact, that her number was switched off, we forgot to take the keys and in finland they lock the front doors after 8. we assumed, we're gonna get in somehow and magically didn't even get lost. or so we thought. the gate was closed, we climbed it and started yelling like motherfckerz. she lives on the 6th floor, that didn't help. we banged on windows of the first floor, which was a bit embarrassing cause it was like 1 or 2. one nice lady let us in, he did his finnish magic and we were there. ....and yet we weren't. we were in the wrong building.
the shit started again, climbing the fence, annoying neighbors by yelling. but once again, we got in and we got up and...i think i took us like 2-3 hours to actually get in the apartment.
day two. the most important one. got up, continued with the usual. the bar and the festival - this time with keys of course. our grand plan was to go on years and years as we already knew that all the random bands are shit. got there, got stroke by the lightning....literally. saw the most amazing person on earth. and that hit me so hard by just looking at her once. and i knew this one goddamn concert is going to change my whole life and everything i know. all the time and the reasons were in that one tiny second. the rest is....not for share, who was there, was there. i'll just get the funny episodes down.
after the concert, there wasn't only two of us, we got ourselves a crew to bash the center. obviously the gay bar. which was quite typical scenery. but man, i loved it. one not very pleasant looking lesbian lady accused me spiking her drink. i tried to explain extremely nicely all the reasons why it wouldn't be a possibility, but she was screaming like she was nuts. so told her to go fck herself of course and pointed out the fact that we were hot as fck and she was a crocodile.
after the bar our roads took us separate ways. he went to friends place and we went to her place. only to discover that she had lost her stuff. meaning the phone, the keys. had a slight de javu moment going on. plus the force of alcohol was strong in us. tried to call the lock services, but apparently that's impossible. after at least ten fights over the phone and three hours of freezing on the streets, my friend saved our ass and agreed to let us in. obviously she was right not to let a stranger in, whom i've met on a festival while drunk as hell. but she didn't know what i already knew. so thank you for the trust.
side note. she actally got her stuff back two days later. so that's how finland rolls.
then there was sunday. we knew we had to leave, cause we had work on monday. but then again, i knew i couldn't leave, even if wanted. which i didn't. i knew i love this city and people in it. so we did the opposite that that a normal person would do. after three days of puking and vodka and hangovers we dragged ourselves out, cause i had to see her again. it might sound easy, but we were literally dying. and we didn't get to the festival, cause it was really sold out. so in the spare time we got to know the place by visiting all the bars in the area. and then she came. and we had tequila and the rest is history.
on monday we really did leave. and these two weeks were a struggle. i knew i had to come clear and stop the lies. all of them. every single one i ever had. anyway, that's a different story, which ended more time ago, i realized.
on last wednesday we finally met in the middle. hanged out with my friends and did the usual things people do - like have dinners and smoke in a hotel room, empty the mini bar and hang out in strangers luxury apartment with vodka and have a late night date at mcdonalds, drink in parks and almost get into a fight with a muslim on a street. the usual tallinn at its best.
but then arrived friday and we were supposed to leave. and once again it never happened. for me at least. i had a second break up over a text, this time it was my job. so the two scary things weren't actually that scary after all.
we missed the first ship and then almost the second one, by running on the wrong one. the guys who work on the ship asked where are we going, which they never do. that one actually was going to stockholm. so it was one minute too late and we would have ended up in a wrong country.
we arrived to helsinki, bit too tipsy we should have and decided to have a beer in front of her front door. this guy from upstairs came out to hang with a guitar and everything was hilarious. couple of more guys passed by and sat down with us. dudes were singing and it looked like a tiny festival. until i realized the two strangers had disappeared with my bag. not the bag, where i keep my actual stuff, but the other one with dirty clothes in it. had a panic attack and cried a little. didn't know that changing my life would mean being naked in finland.
the next day, wearing all her stuff, i had my first alone day, cause she was at her parents. hanged out with the friend in our home bar, listening to the sounds. felt somewhat like spain. alone day turned into a alone night, cause she missed the last bus. i discovered i'm pretty good with this place, never get lost and always know where i am. plus i've never been that drunk in my life. after few panic attacks still and greatest hangover in history i accepted my fate.
the next day we went out all together. everybody except me got crazy fcked and once again i had to drag at least one home cause two was physically too much to handle. reminding the fact that they live here and i've been here all together like a week, that has been hell of a lot of getting the locals home. which is funny, seriously. then after accidentally splitting up i found my friends phone from the street. its weird as hell how things get lost and reappear in here.
anyway had another alone night. sitting at her place, tripping some years and years and blogging. kallio is home. apparently. who knew.
just to make clear, what's seriously up these days.
