Finland Stories: the loudest alarm ever
Two trains and one boat. That's all I, age 17, had to take to travel from Holland to Finland to my former Finish neighbors. They had invited me to spent the summer with them in their beautiful summer house near a lake.
Like today, trains were often delayed. When I arrived at the port of Lubeck, Germany, I saw my boat sailing away...without me.
I took out my guitar, played the blues and a few songs that Jack, a Vietnam veteran requested. 'Come with me on a boat to Sweden, we will hitchhike to Stockholm, you take a boat to Helsinki and you will arrive in time'. Only a few pretty girls were offered a ride, not Jack with a beard and me with a guitar.
We had to stay for the night in Gothenburg, Sweden and found a place to sleep in some obscure wooden construction in a park. Early next morning a Swedish brass band seated on the construction started to play their loudest number. The wooden construction turned out to be their stage and worked as a natural amplifier of their music: my loudest alarm ever.
At the end of their first number, Jack and I crept out from underneath the stage, pretended we were stagehands, walked off to the station and took the train to Stockholm.
Wouter Turkenburg
(to be continued)
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