Friday, December 15

After another hard day at the screenface I head to the centre with Irma. We meet Niilia, exchange Christmas presents and head off to find somewhere to eat. The three of us end up on the eighth floor of Stockmann at the restaurant that, to my mind at least, offers one of the few remaining glimpses of old Helsinki in motion. (The café at the top of Academic Bookshop offers another.)

I have a perfectly acceptable vegetable burger. I look around at the happily old fashioned Helsinki old ladies, eating salads and drinking white wine, and photograph the stack of dishes and glasses that I can see to my right.