I had no idea of who Kyllikki Saari was. Now I do. One of Finland’s most famous unsolved murders; it’s making headlines again. Somehow I like that I found out from someone who has visited Isojoki.

Täytyy vähentää valkosipulin syömistä. Kun yksi valkosipulikynsi ei enää riitä yhdelle voileivälle, tietää, että alkaa olla ongelma. Lupasin kuitenkin viedä Karkin Keravan valkosipulifestivaaleille ja tarjota valkosipulijäätelön. Elokuun kolmas viikonloppu.

“You can’t just keep fucking a different girl every day of the week. There’s got to be like some divine law against it. Sooner or later something will happen and you'll be punished for your frivolity. I’m not talking about getting caught and being called a jerk, I’m talking lightning bolts from a clear sky. Nuns jumping from bushes screaming Hail Marys at you. The Wrath of God!” I said.

“I know, I know,” he said.

“So—you fucked that girl last night?”

“Um, yeah.”

“The Wrath of God! The Wrath of God, get it? And you know she’s gonna start calling you now.”

“No she won’t. Why would she?”

“Because she’s on rebound. Because you fucked her. Because up to six months ago she was sending you twenty-five text messages a night telling you how you ruined her life.”

“Oh man, you’re right. Oh no.”