“Yeah, here you go. Communist Toilet Paper, it is like wiping with newspaper.” “Have fun!”
a few minutes later…
While in the Kitchen waiting for my tea to boil Alex asked me, “will you sing a song?”
I busted out in ‘Oh when the Saints,’ because it has been in my head for the last few hours and for the dramatics I started doing an altered running man marching dance while he continued to cook his chicken-salami and laugh.
He said, “If I move to America, I hope that all Americans are like you.” I said, “Why so you can have songs and dance on cue?” He goes, “yeah, and when I return back to Finland and my friends ask me what are Americans like, are they like how they are in the movies…I am going to say yes!”
“What does that mean…”
“Don’t worry, it’s a good thing.”
“Ok, I am going to go back upstairs with my communist Toilet Paper and my Tea...Oh when the Saints…”
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