Monday, August 14

I stand in a basement somewhere in Helsinki that belongs to Markku, collecting books we will deliver to Sheffeli for the stall at India Day on Sunday.

Markku seems reluctant to actually hand the books over, even though they only exist in this cellar in order that we might collect them.

I look around and photograph the corridor, imagining it as a scene in an escape movie. Behind us I can hear the zombies lurching slowly towards us and up ahead: who knows? We must take a chance and move quickly forward, hoping we will not find another shambling herd in front of us.