A sad story from my childhood

[Karl Ove Knausgård]

I was playing inside an abandoned tennis court with my friend Pasanen. Then we mainly decided to look for abandoned surfboards in the rubble. In the middle of the transition from the abandoned tennis court to the abandoned junk, Pasanen opened his eyes and looked at the sky. The bird of prey came and tore Pasanen's eyes off and flew his way. I sent Pasanen to the beach, built a ferry with a few Russian refugees from the reeds on which I placed Pasanen and then pushed onto the lake. The waves carried Pasanen somewhere, wherever they carried him.

[Jari-Pekka Leaud]

Very sorry to hear about this.

All the best,
Marco

[Testo Torture]

Sorry to hear, Closetty. Was this Pasanen Spede Pasanen? The late humour man

[Testo Torture]

Answer, Closetty, or I'll put the distances cut.

[John Hand]

truth yearning to hear

regards,
john

[useita piribooleja piilossa]

Many years ago I found a ferry made from reeds and a person from our summer cottage shore. Maybe it was Pasanen. Did Pasanen have glasses?

[Karl Ove Knausgård]

Sorry to hear, Closetty. Was this Pasanen Spede Pasanen? The late humour man

No?

[Karl Ove Knausgård]

Many years ago I found a ferry made from reeds and a person from our summer cottage shore. Maybe it was Pasanen. Did Pasanen have glasses?

Those who know don't tell, those who tell don't know

[Testo Torture]

Sorry to hear, Closetty. Was this Pasanen Spede Pasanen? The late humour man

No?

Ok then.

[Ruutari]

I know Pasanen. He is blind and hates birds.

However he can be different Pasanen. Lots of Pasananens without eyes.