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OUR ADVENTURES
MEETING AT TAVASTIA AND MUCH MORE...
How can I , following my thoughts, keep in order the whole bunch of memories of the most wonderful New Year’s of my life?
It is hard, but I will try the same; we lived deeply these days, when we didn’t find the line which separates day from night: maybe because Helsinki in this period of time is not that light, and the dark which lays down onto the city at four pm gives it an unique atmosphere and it has the charming of the thousand little lights climbing from the trees of Mannerheimintie or Alexanderinkatu or the colored front windows of the Stockmann store, r maybe because Helsinki is a night city which lives by night and we found it well comfortable.
For this time, not thinking about the hours and the time as we are used at home, my friends and I decided to live the way we wanted to live and to do what we more wanted to do, finally a good therapy which frees us all from the chains we usually have when we are not in Finland.
And then we are free for our nights at Tavastia, where, between the gigs and our eyes staring into the dark to capture everything that could seem famous people walking around, time seems to have taken his own dimension in a weird way and seems to go on faster than ever.
December 30th night has the right to become really particular.
We are sitting near the bar, when the names of Ville and Jesse Valo are spoken by a group of American girls, then I wake up and go towards the mixer console in the centre of the club, and in the meanwhile on stage there are The fields of nephilim having their gig.
I pass through a group of people and I can’t believe my eyes, but I have to surrender to evidence, Ville is there, near the sound technician, and he’s watching the performance of the English group.
I can reach a good spot near him, followed by Monica and Alessandra and the other girls too, and I wait, with the Daniel Lioneye cd inlay in my hands, that His Infernal Majesty, before going home, would sign it.
I wouldn’t stop staring at him, and I have to admit I totally fall for these eyes, made with a transparent green I’ve never seen before, and I see them so quiet , interested in what they are seeing, and that profile absolutely perfect…this is Ville: a normal guy, not a God or someone surreal and unreachable, but still that close to perfection to give the impression he could not really exists…but he’s there, I can see him moving at the rhythm of the music, tormenting the rings he has at the fingers of the left hand, playing a little with the duck someone gave him a moment ago.
And at the end of the performance happens what we desired and what I defined something unbelievable I couldn’t wish of; he watches me and I win my feelings and I tell him “Italian street team”, giving him our sticker passed in the meanwhile from Alessandra hands to mine.
And he smiles, a smile couldn’t forget, accompanied by a “yeahh!!”
and an approval sign, which means a lot of things to me, that he’s happy to know us, to understand about the existence of the street team, who knows; then I give him the Daniel Lioneye cd inlay to sign and after that he grets me with a smile and I come out from the crowd, walking onto a cloud, with the same feeling I had that far april 27th when we encountered the whole band in London in front of Earl’s Court.
Today that emotion is renewed, because I had success to talk with the singer who, In these years, has given me emotions and will to live and to smile.
I remember just my greeting with a “Thank you sweetheart”, and in that moment there were so many things I would loved to tell him, but I like to think that anyway he got something from our quick meeting.
This moment, followed by the quick appearing of Linde outside tavastia club before the concert the day after are the best memories of my winter holiday in Finland; but not just this, there are the night spent at the Inferno club, meeting Anna and Simona from The flame club, the Official Italian Fanslcub, going crazy with my friends, and the enchanting lights and colors of Helsinki by night which I tried to stop into time with my camera.
Now that the usual routine is back eating me at work and at home, the thoughts of these days is still inside of me; sometimes they are a light veil of nostalgia, sometimes they are a smile which comes from the inside, because what I lived is not lost and because my greeting to Helsinki, even this time, is just a goodbye, not a farewell.
Mrs. Lindstrom( translated by Nailedtoacross)
A DINNER AT LAPPI
It is not a proper holiday in Finland if for once you don’t go to the Lappi ravintola to eat something typical.
Even Finns go there really often, it’s like to eat an Italian dish for an Italian or a Greek dish for people who come from Greece.
You get into one night and you realy don’t even want to get out, the place almost made by wood, people dressed up with local dresses, that usual being polite which is normal for northern people, and typical dishes such as salmon and reindeer cooked in every way a people can imagine, accompanied with several fruits and potatoes, which are the best in the world in Finland.
We sit down and order our dinner, of course many of us want the reindeer with potatoes, even if someone wants to try a smoked dish of fishes, in fact Rosanna and Roberta decided to try that, and it will be a good choice because they said it was extremely good.
The waitress serving at our table notices one of our t-shirt and inform us that we are a little late…Ville Valo had his dinner there two days before, at new year’s, when we met him late at night at Lost&Found with Antto Melasniemi and Gas.
It doesn’t matter, new year’s has been wonderful anyway, first of all at Inferno Club with the girls of the Official Italian Fans Club called The Flame Club and then after that at Lost&Found where we had that nice surprise I tell about to the waitress with a touch of class…
And it is funny to take a picture of my reindeer dish with potatoes which is really good and really good looking too, and send it via MMS to my husband who is at home, he hates Finland even if he never even visited it.
Even desserts are typically Finnish, with the names which recall viewing of this wonderful land that’s full of surprises everytime we visit it. “Recall of snow fields” touches our felings in a good way: a dessert you have to drnk, with a little of alcohol and cream, the surface of the glass which recalls a land in Lapland, with the snow when it has just snowed and the white cover is still soft. It seems like you can close your eyes and drown into that land without the cold of the place, but just the light shiver the drink leaves on your mouth while you are drinking it. It is time to get out unfortunately; in Finland you cant’ stay hours and ours into a restaurant as we do here in Italy, no one says to leave but it is so deep into us the respect for the traditions of this land that it is even natural to us to whisper in a supermarket. The holiday is near to its end, Lappi is a due stop when you are in Helsinki even if we really ate in a wonderful way everywhere here… In Finland even McDonalds is better than anywhere else.
Nailedtoacross
Planned and developed by MRS.LINDSTROM with the help of NAILEDTOACROSS,
LEGOLAS_DI_MIRKWOOD and MAIA.
Editor in Chief: Mrs Lindstrom, Graphic Project: Shikaia590 & Maia
