At the University area had gathered a number of worshippers of Ukko preparing themselves for torture. Whether the times are, religions will never die. They just upgrade to adapt to the needs of the society. Religions are needed precisely because of faith. Man is possessed with the fact that he cannot ever really know. Such a brainstorm is so hard that most of us will rather choose to believe in something, than leave the question open. Religions, above all, are needed to protect ourselves from your own minds.
Shamans do not like me, and I do not like anyone. They do not want to be disturbed, but I’m walking close to the crowd and I feel how hostile eyes needle on me. Faces turn to hate when I continue to ignore the rituals of their journey – I do not agree to respect anyone. A group attack of fanatics would be too much for me, and before the voltage reaches the point of attack, I’ll have to respond. I stare them back while I pull my Glock out of my jacket.
Shaman turns away and gives a mark to continue the ritual. Two antlered whipper start their work. Sounds of lashing starts without any cries of pain, though pain can be seen on every face. There are many ways and the pain, of course, is one way to go. At the beginning the spiritual dimension is much easier to find with a physical way. But with developed skills you should succeed without it. The use pain only demonstrates the poor wisdom – or simply stupidity.
I would like to repeat the old saying that if it does not kill you it’ll make you stronger. After being so close to dead I should be stronger than ever, but even waking up and climbing down from the recycle container felt impossible. Yesterday’s operation had been a failure like my entry to disco at the age of 18. Our troops were badly overrun and everyone had to save one’s own skin.
Recycle centres are good places to survive, collect some spare parts, batteries and other energy like food, perhaps some insipid alcohol. As I collected interesting material an old woman came near. She thought that I had conquered her catch and she started to hit me with her bag. I was too weak to resist her but luckily I was able to launch my electronic gun against her. As she fell on the ground I grabbed some more stuff.
I took a long walk and after sun went down I was finally able to reach my shelter and there he was waiting for me. Jack Haltia can take a form of the crow but now he was just sitting there in his tuxedo.
- “How’s the Anarchy?”. He asked and smiled while watching my mutilated body. Jack could never understand the true nature of our movement . He was too conservative.
- “Is that your natural skin color?”. He continued. Some people just don’t know when to shut up.
-” We could not get the yellow tape”, I answered to him. I knew how much that tape meant to him. After a long moment of silence he raised and and walked to the door.
-”Listen to me. I’m very disappointed to you and I’ll have to cancel our agreement”, he whispered at the door and shut it behind.
- “Finally I am free!” I shouted after him.
As my ancestors rested after combat at the heat of the sauna, I was no afforded for that luxury. The steam would just break my electronics and the heat would dissolve my biochemical mucous membrane and I could not pay for another surgery for next few months. My left hand was damaged and I started to fix it up with tools and spare parts I found from recycle centre. I’m not an electrician but I did quite fine with electronics, but when I tried to program more intelligence to my muscles, I was able to create just something close to ventricular fibrillation. I went to toilet for urine and it ended to terrible mess. I fell asleep.
Saarella ottelin ensimmäisen kerran elämässäni. En oikein osannut jännittää sitä etukäteen, mutta minuutti ennen ottelun alkua jännitys iski päälle niin pahasti, että olisin halunnut vielä perua koko jutun. Mutta mielummin sitä kivun kestää kuin häpeän. Ja kun tuomari käynnisti ottelun, kaikki muu unohtui, mukaan lukien jännitys. Jäljellä oli vain minä ja vastustaja.
Ottelu tuntui kuin olisin päässyt kotiin, paikkaan jonka olemassaolosta en edes tiennyt. Jos itse matsin aikana ja sen jälkeen tunsin adrenaliinin huumaavan vaikutuksen. Ja kun nyrkkini olivat takoneet vastustajan rintaa kaksi erää halusin vain saada kovempia vastustajia ja pidempiä eriä.
Vaikka myöhemmin olenkin saanut maistaa tappiota ja välillä karvastakin sellaista, en ole koskaan ensimmäisen otteluni jälkeen kieltäytynyt mahdollisuudesta tapella. En vaikka tappio olisi ollut väistämättä edessä. Niinpä kun Pitkällä kadulla joku onneton ulkopaikkakuntalainen porukka kävi kimpuuni helpon saaliin toivossa, en empinyt hetkeäkään.
Vaikka aloite olikin alunperin heillä, todellinen yllätysmomentti oli minulla. Toki olin havainnut tilanteen ja nähnyt väistämättömän ja 43 sekunttia ennen kontaktia. Yksi nahkatakkinen hörhö huusi minua odottamaan, tarttui hihasta ja tarjosi napakan koukun poskeeni. Porukan aikaisempien kokemusten mukaan tämä oli ilmeisesti riittänyt helpon ryöstön ja pahoinpitelyn toteuttamiseen, mutta tällä kertaa olin päättänyt toisin. Tartuin nahkatakkista ranteesta ja samalla kun vaansin kivuliasta lukkoa, alensin hänen alkujaan vähäistä tajunnan tasoaan kiertopotkulla takaraivoon.
Tässä vaiheessa loppu porukka alkoikin jo vahvasti harkita pakenemista, mutta minä olin suunnitellut asian toisin. Lähestyin seuraa otteluasennossa ja aloitin hyökkäyksen etukäden suoralla palleaanj, johon jatkoin takakäden suoran ohimoon sekä koukut alas ja ylös. Kaverin notkahtaessa polvilleen ja siitä edelleen jään pintaan lähtivätkin loput kaksi juoksu jalkaa karkuun ja minä vielä nopeampaa toisen perään.
Kun jo 50 metrin takaa-ajon jälkeen sain saaliini kiinni, oli vastapuoli erittäin motivoitunut neuvottelemaan.
- Kuule eikö me voitaisi sopia tätä jollain tavalla.
- Kyllä voidaan. 500 ruplaa on hyvä alku ja katsotaan sitten lisää.
- Tuossa, tuossa. Ota kaikki 800.
Minä kiitin, että hauska tehdä bisnestä järkimiesten kanssa. Mutta enpä kuitenkaan malttanut kiusausta vääntää häneltä yhtä sormea sijoiltaan. Ihan vain opetukseksi.
800 ruplaa. Alkoi tuntua siltä, että olisi taas aika käydä syömässä.
It was a cold morning in Jyväskylä. Even the peripatetic “Father Christmases” of the Central Park were hiding in their shelters curled up in aluminium foil before sun and methanol would melt them up. I checked my shadowy reflection from the mirror before entering the streets, where no one is safe. Call me narcissistic, but I look cool.
I opened the door and walked few minutes before arriving to the University area. As I looked down to the stairs from Physics’ department I could here the yesterday banging my head, or was it just the quarks from the department’s particle accelerator. I saw there was a jig competition on the Lake Jyväsjärvi. I recognized my old teacher there. He had caught some fish, but as I walked by a guy next to him captured a trout. I felt sorry for my teacher; because he saw the trout and knew he was doomed. He would not win kick sled this year as did not do in so many previous years either.
I was supposed to meet my contact at the church to get more detailed information. Our signal was to smooch three times. It was he’s idea – he likes boys. I have no abhorrence for him, but it was the smell which reminded saltwater taffy or bitter honey. And even that minty freshness sweets cause me flatulence, I had to take one to be able to smooch with him. After identification he whispered me: Try to avoid road or any places where we are in danger to be hit by cars. Cars, those greasy beasts, weasels of the modern age kill more people than tuberculoses.
I kept moving which is the lifeline of urban warrior. As I walked by the dusty, empty streets of Jyväskylä my nose kept on bleeding. Dust crunched between my teeth and every inhale caused me pain. Well that’s why the painkillers are for. I stop to take my morning drink. It was too early for sherry but it is never too early for Vodka, which God invented because he did not want Russians to rule the World. As I got relief to my pain I started to look more around. I wanted to take some pictures, but I could not jeopardize the mission. Police has risen it’s surveillance after our igloo party last February.
I changed to park. Perhaps some of the smell captured on me from my contact because as I walked by youngsters behaved like I was smelling like incontinent drunk, who I actually, was but at the moment I was using adult diapers. Well I was not bothered because I found a suitable track. We should just hide in the bushes from the sight of the indecent eyes. Mission was soon to be accomplished and I could head to bar home.
Verinen mies tuijottaa peilistä. Verta soljuu vasemmasta sieraimesta hentona purona. Vaikka silmiin on tullut vaurioita, jään tuijottamaan tuota näkyä joksikin aikaa. Jollain ihmeen sairaalla tavalla minä pidän sitä. Vessan sininen valo saa vereni näyttämään oudon kauniilta.
Raudan vielä maistuessa suussa kokeilen leukaluiden toimivuutta. Kipu on hyvä merkki siitä, että ollaan vielä elossa. Joskus sitä vain tuntisi elävänsä vähän vähemmän, kun tuota ikääkin alkaa jo olla. Lepäsin mielelläni vielä hetken, mutta aikaa ei ole kuitenkaan hukattavaksi ja kohta pitää jatkaa matkaa.
Siispä vähän teippiä leukaan ja painan sierainta kiinni. Sitten lasken muutaman minuutin kylmää vettä vasempaan kyynärpäähäni ja sidon sen kiristyssiteellä. Quick-and-dirty . Ja sitten äkkiä ulos
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