declared the tax forms rubbish until further notice and took a stroll in the sun instead.
since it was safer to walk the roads and paths of the old cemetery than the icy road around it, i decided to go via marshall mannerheim’s grave and see which date of death it says there. on the way i found a somewhat disturbing statue..
i’ve heard that redheads won’t get into heaven anyway so i came to the conclusion that i am very much allowed to laugh at it.
and no, i still don’t know when mannerheim died. it didn’t say. or then the dates were hidden somewhere under the snow. i didn’t feel up for getting rid of all the white shit, there were already tourists watching me giggling at the statue..