Russian diplomat Vladimir Kozin has been finally recalled back to Russia from his duties in Finland. It has been interesting to follow how quickly it happened after all. On the other hand I would not know for how long it takes to pack a diplomat's luggages. In ignorancy of this information, I can merely guess that less than twelve hours is the prevailing world record? However, it would be even more interesting to know where Mr. Kozin has been sent to “work” after the political mess he caused. In Finland we use pretty often a saying “Siberia teaches” from the Russian Empire. And after these days we all hope that this is the case in order to avoid the an another D-day. Earlier this week Kozin declared that possible Finnish membership would be a military treat to Russia. What to say? I would love to believe that sending home Mr. Kozin would be a result of some kind of political pressure or protest from our part but after having followed the general line of my home country’s foreign politic, I don’t believe so. To see is to believe. After my opinion, our foreign politic is extremely passive and the image we give of ourselves to other countries is very insignificant. Wake up Finland.
Has Finland published any official comments of Mr. Kozin’s “personal opinions” at the international level. Well, you know the answer. Or do you; I forgot that Foreign Minister Ilkka Kanerva said; “Fortunately, the presidents and foreign ministers have direct channels of communication that function so well that these kinds of things do not cause trouble.” Right, as if Finnish politics would have any kind of credibility abroad. At the most, we can leave a recall request on Putin's desk and hope he will find it?
I spent last evening enjoying marvellous company. It’s always a pleasure to me to meet my former flatmate Roberto. Poor little thing. No doubt all my comprehension goes to Roberto; He has been suffering continuous torment from the part of his downstairs neighbours; Registered mail saying that he, with his flatmates, are walking around wearing clogs and partying all nights long. Giving this persecution few thoughts, we started making up ways to harass back Mr. neighbour. Not a easy cake as he is a lawyer. I personally offered to write on his new Mercedes an Italian word “rozzi” (rough/gross). One of my absolutely favourite words in Italian. One of the ideas was that every time Rob would receive one of these harassment letters, he would through a party. Luca, our absolutely favourite skipper, came up with the best idea. Often the most simple solutions are the best ones; Buy a piano. What could possibly be better than that? Legal action in the terms of Italian vendetta against legal harassment. Think about it; One can start playing musical instrument at sunlight and stop late evening. What would you think about that Mr. Lawyer? Hearing a beginner playing Fur Elise thousands times sounds bad or not? And when you think it's over, you just need to wait for the moment the player will make a mistake and start all over again.
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
- Billy Joel – Piano Man
