day started a bit too early for a reasonably qualified B-man in over 60 years is pushed into the hilarious A-the people’s macabre world of having to get up early, take a shower, be happy, eat healthy breakfast, then hurry on the job, but preferably first, shoveling snow and train and fy flatten (really hell) for a upoetisk life.
the Reason that I woke up almost completely of the me may of course be that it is old age that the banks on the loslitte the soul die? Perhaps, or was something else? Yes, that was it.
the Clock had so early for this B-man – late for A-people – that even the sjukeste the little birds, the ones that are raging in the rear, was quite so quiet. What kind of sound is it there then?
Shh. Set. Completely silent in the house, no. Where is the indignation mumlingen again, outside of the open your bedroom window. Peeking out carefully, afraid of the dark, B-man. Sleep. Sleep now. Warm duvet. Wonderful. Fury mumling. Romling. Ååååå. He yes.
oh my gosh, the danger over. It was the only he with the newspapers that struggled in the snow and understand enough had a bad start to the day with the trolley say. Deserve hot chocolate and a good salary. And, thus was it done. Up in a relax grunnstilling, check and get the newspapers from the porch and then into the hell of the web. Where it says with big letters on the fin which is dead. Too early.
The old storhopper. He who, in the course of the nine active seasons won 46 verdenscuprenn. In addition, five olympic medals (four gold), nine world CHAMPIONSHIPS medals (five gold) and 13 Finnish championships, Matti Nykänen.
He that at the age of 55 years sad enough to have put its most recent swoop. Matti who lived hard. Drinking, fighting and singing. Matti with 3 x 20 in style. Nykänen as the outside ski often got 3 x 0 in the style. That does not fix the transition from the ground to privacy, which struggled with the lengths, that had everything and ended up with nothing out on the plain. Tough. But, you were a king in the ground, Matti. With the overall ski. With courage. A daredevil. A gærning. The best. The worst.
But the good the memories live on the Finnish vinterkriger. He went to the ground down, like maybe drinking in the outrun, which was peset, he was a bit great in transition, but hanging on the updrafts, soaring down the hill as a kondor, a Finnish tangohelt.
Matti, we forget you not. Bikka in the ground logrer not today. Thank you for the lengths.
Somewhat later on the day outside a bakery at Majorstuen in Oslo. An elderly lady, somewhat tired, with a small sack ask a guy about 31 million to a tea. Thank you so much, say all of a sudden she really wanted to study to become a priest, but as dead dog to her. Go into the bakery afterwards. There she sits with your drink. Alone.
