Una sera d' inverno,eravamo d' accordo che come sempre dovevo andare a prenderla a casa.destinazione discoteca.verso le 19.30 mi scrive:cambio program...ma, ci troviamo direttamente al bar....... che un mio caro amico ha bisogno di parlarmi della sua storia...evidentemente questo amico aveva dei problemi con la sua ragazza e voleva chiedere consiglio.ok rispondo ( anche perchè altro non avrei potuto fare).Alle 21 ero al bar, ma di lei neanche traccia, ai messaggi non risponde.uffachiacchero con. My feet stratched the loose grit on the asphalt as I crossed the intersection, my mind a complete drunken blank, lost in my own thoughts. As I stepped over the curb, I noticed a hunched figure in the doorway alcove of the Ethiopian place. Homeless, I thought. My hand instinctively went to the drop-point knife I’d taken to stashing in my flight jacket. Fine time to get mugged, Tim’s going to laugh his ass off about this one. But as I drew nearer, I realized what I’d first taken to be a threat. Of course, my initial would be for 165 days then it's the Reserves until I'm 60. Even if I took the civilian choice I'd still be in the civilian reserves.After the initial indoctrination I'd be free to enroll in a university.It's a rite of passage in Finland ... you're not a man if you don't serve.One thing I forgot ... I had to report ... in June.Shit!I wasn't in Finland in June ... well ... sorta ... I was on the boat ... probably in the canals ... and likely Russia.I headed home.There was a. ”“OK, honey, see you soon.” She sprinted up the rest of the steps, only to find him already there, wearing an apron and holding the door open.“Sorry, I stopped to talk to George and Grace,” she puffed as she put one arm around him and kissed him deeply, “you know, Grace tells me she worships you.”“She’s sweet, isn’t she? Not jealous of Grace are you, because you should know that she changes her mind all the time?”“I would be if she was thirty years younger, but then you seem to have a thing.