I am in Europe.
As this is something that has not happened to occur to me on a terribly regular basis I am finding the whole occasion rather novel. I currently sit on what seems to be a couch made mostly from foam, in a flat on level 3 (although here in backwards land the sun sets at 11pm, they drive on the right [wrong] side of the road and they call the ground floor level 1, a terribly befuddling place at the best of times) of a building in the suburb of Kallio in Helsinki; a city that has stolen my heart and somehow left me alive and well without a gaping hole in my torso.
Maybe it has a copy of my heart grown from DNA samples obtained in an amazingly intricate series of events and psuedo-coincidence masterminded by the faerie people that embody the ultimate but oft hard-to-discern will of the entity named Helsinki. But it will turn out that the sooth sayers that divine the commands of Helsini are just making things up but didnt want to say anything as to not dissapoint everyone, and besides this they like the perks that come with being the mouth of a divine being.
So my cloned heart will turn into a novelty, relegated to an unloved and unattended back room of a museum only the faerie roaches frequent until the museum is lost to faerie fire in late june and the heart passes from memory completely.
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