By Maya

And the music played as we took the winding road between the quiet lakes and approached the bend near the Church. Paivi on the wheels and we both listening to the Finnish FM. The RJ went on, “Kaharikson… enjoy…. … …. …. summer… … … …. …. reventulli…… weather… Kaharikson… … … …. Olavi Virta … … … tango !”

The music played making Paivi strum her fingers on the wheel. As the music ended the RJ announced, “Fall… … … … … Kaharikson … Helsinki… … … Music festival… … Kaharikson”

Me: It seems to me that this Kaharikson is quite famous!

Paivi : Who???

Me: Kaharikson! … This guy whom the RJ was talking about!

Paivi : Come again???

Me : (irritated) This guy Kaharikson! Is he some kind of pop-star, a film- star or something??

Paivi : (Laughing) Nooo!!

Me (perplexed) : So is Kaharikson a woman??? I am sorry I asked if he was a man cause somehow the ‘son’ thing made me think so!

Paivi (still laughing) : I am sorry!! It is neither a man nor a woman!! It is a number… the number eight! It is not Kaharikson as you pronounce it is K- a – h -d -e-k- s-a-n which is the number eight in Finnish!
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…  Boy! Oh Boy!! … So much for Kahdeksan and Kaharikson!!

About the Author: Maya is a nature lover who locates unusual stories in usual situations. She lives in Finland.