After the end of the finnish war, a young female reporter from a british
newspaper was sent to finland to write an article about the soldiers
home-coming. she had interviewed half a dozen, when she met pokka on the street.
“excuse me,” she said “but were you in the war?”
“yah, i was in the infantry.”
“would you mind to answer a few questions for a newspaper article?”
“ned, i wouldn’t mind at all.”
“when you came home, when the war was over, what was the first thing you did?”
“i f***** my wife.” pokka said bluntly. the journalist went crimson, and
tried desperately to change the subject.
“after that. i mean, what you did after that?”
“i f***** her again.” he answered. if possible the journalist turned even
redder, and got even more desperate to change the subject.
“other than that! uh – what did you do when you was finished with all that?!”
“then i untapped my skis and my heavy backpack.”