Whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies. Sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash this scum off the streets.
Well, Helsinki is not New York in the seventies. There are no prostitues in the streets, hardly any beggars and drug dealers are not easily seen. Apart of the casual alcoholic sitting (or lying) at the bus stop, there are not many people disturbing the peace of the city center. At least not during the day, before the night owls and other party animals come out.
In the calm and unstained city, security guards might certainly feel bored quite often, so whenever a weirdo is around, they probably think they need to act and so something. Yesterday I was working with my laptop at the entrance of the Kirjasto 10 branch of the Helsinki City Library, inside of the Postitalo building. Just a regular summer day, with some people around reading newspaper or browing the Internet on the public computers. In front of me, there was a young woman with a bunch of suitcases, which is not a very unsual sight. It looked like she was waiting for someone, perhaps a friend borrowing a book from the library or sending some letters from the nearby post office. This young lady was decently dress and apparently dirt-free, far from looking like a homeless since the suitcases looked to be fairly new. There was nothing strange about her, but the fact that she was about to fell asleep and that she seemed to be mentally disabled.
Nothing wrong was happening, actually, nothing was happening, but those bored security guards thought otherwise. The woman was an unpleasent presence in the room. A meaty and tall security guard approached the dozing woman and politely asked her to leave the building. The woman tried to ignore the petition, but after a second request she silently took her suitcases and allowed to be escorted to the exit giving in to the guard’s wishes.
I inmediately thought it was an akward situation. The woman was not bothering at all as there was nobody else there but me. That area of Postitalo is just a hall with some benches and tables by the elevators, between the library, the post office and a cafeteria. Still, I wonder why the woman was not allow to be there. Maybe I would have been kicked out too if I would have been napping for a moment.
I felt sorry for the young woman.
