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  • It’s two years since Kirsi last got crutches. Then she broke one bone in her right metatarsus. One 200-pound man karateka fell on it after she had taken him down. First yelled the man, then yelled Kirsi.

    We had planned to go to hike on Corsican mountains then. And so we went. (She got quite quick with those crutches on slopes, like a chamois with two legs made of aluminium.)

    Well, we had to replan our routes a little then. We saved GR 20 for the next year. It would be cool to do it with crutches, on the other hand. Cool and suicidal.

    And now it’s same right foot again for her, not metatarsus this time but right sole. This time she had to be anesthetized because of surgery.

    Her anesthesiologist is the only man in Kotka to whom every woman will tell her real weight. Privileges of profession.

    - Hello, how are you? the anesthesiologist saluted. - You will fall asleep in five seconds, he continued.
    - Not possible, said Kirsi.

    No it wasn’t. She fell asleep in three seconds. And she saw vivid dreams. I never knew you’re dreaming instantly if you get anesthetized.

    It’s nice to have her home finishing her studies in arm chair. Her foot resembles a foot of blue elephant. Very cute navy blue elephant indeed.

    Normally that foot is very slender, her toes are exceptionally short. When Kirsi was a little girl she wanted to be a ballerina. She walked all days long only on tips of her toes.

    Walking on toes wasn’t enough. She also jumped continuously from sofa and from bed and from chairs down to hard floor straight on tips of her toes. It’s an efficient way to make your toes eternally short.

    And after that exercise she continued with ballet splits!
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