My old friend told me. In the early 1990s, it was not bad.

He travelled to Finland and worked on a strawberry plantation.

and Huthor. They paid, at that time, very badly, the master kind, and around

Many miles away from a single soul. The forest, the lake is a fairy tale. and was at

The owner’s son named Yoko. With this Yoko they were strongly associated, and then

Worked with him in the garage. There was an old Ford there for a long time.

No longer on the move, but the guys set the goal of bringing him to feel. and here,

One day it happened! The car crashed! This is their affair.

decided to mark in the bar of the neighboring village, 15 kilometers from the hut.

Drunk driving in Finland, of course, is punished much harder than

We were there, but the area, I repeat, was completely deserted.

No one stopped them. They arrived safely at the bar.

They washed well there, and were going to go back... But it wasn’t here – Ford

He said, “Byr-bir, chik-chik...” and I stung, apparently now forever. What

Drunk they got to the phone automate (mobile phones,

I didn’t know then, and I called my father. Half an hour later he arrived.

On my tractor. Returned Yoko to the side, - not very, meters to 5, and

I began to say something to him. As my friend told me, it wasn’t.

I hear it very quietly, my father said. Both of them stood like pines.

My father’s lips are moving. Then they attached Ford to the tractor, themselves.

He got into the car, and Dad started to pull them. Yoko is turning, and

His eyes opened and he said, “Listen, my father was so angry! I am him

I have never seen such!“...