where else in the first morning in Scandinavia?

In that books bar - when they brought us glasses of port vain, a bit cold and cozy and still these pieces of folk music from upstairs - I told her that story.

In Finland that was.
All these stories when u just arrive in Helsinki – 6 a.m. – to the central square of cold sleeping city. I mean – u have to organize smth if u find urself at 6 a.m. in the center of cold sleeping city. Scandinavian one. For that very day that was no way better then come to visit ghetto of blacks.

He was just passing buy. A bit drunk. In white jacket.

Yes, that one which is on me. After all I put photos which we made that before-sun hours in empty streets with later with-Mark photos. I don’t only mean absent of people. Or absent of light. This emptiness was smth more.
So he invited us (ok, that was more thrust ourselves upon) to drink a coffee after sleepless night in the train. “I live kind of alone” – he mumbled. Place was full. Absent-minded, slim, black, they were everywhere. In every next meter, in every next room. Some were frightened with us, some seemed not care. They made us tea. And we spent there all the morning.
Playing football mostly.