At nine pm the lake is calm and silent. He wants to go fishing. I take my rod and my quality Swedish reel and stroll quietly through the city tree reserve. There we see three hares, big and calm like kangaroos from down under. He chases them his toy gun firing. The hares barely notices him and slowly disappear in the long hay. We are not alone to fish by the lake. There are two others where I teach him how to use the reel. We return as always, empty handed.
What the knife of Brutus and the long night of Nothingness - or le Néant, as the French put it - did to the mortal body of Julius Cesar, namely that we don't know what the imperator looked in real life, has now been reversed by the admirable French under water archeologists: they found a bust of Cesar in the river Rhone. And it is the first known realist portrait of Julius...
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As the title implies it's mothers' day in Finland. I called Mom to congratulate. Then I took my bike out went to Pyynikki. A local sports club organizes a bike race there on mothers' day since 1981. The road climbs up from the disaffected fabrics factory to the observation tower - a very steep hill. A good spot to take some pictures. There were not that many spectators - some tens. Finland is not a cycling country - alas.
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