building a republic here

Third day in Oulu, and already I'm starting to feel the terrible lack of no musical instrument expect my own voice. I knew there was no piano here - what flash of brilliance made me leave my violin home? If I'm to spend three whole weeks here like this, I just might go maaad.

Maybe I can buy a flute of some kind from some second-hand shop in here. Or maybe I can get someone to fetch the violin. From hundreds of kilometres away.

( Quatrevingt-treize/93 by Victor Hugo )

Next up, Les Misérables!

musical fingers

Still no piano. Tried playing Vamo' Alla Flamenco on the kitchen table.

Didn't work.

PS. Les Misérables much better than 93 so far.