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My father was really a good
tailor. He had actually made a coat for President Relander himself. Such a task is never
given to a bad man. But my father's nature called for variation. He was a daredevil. I
also thought that motoring was much better than buttonholing. I was once coming from
Sortavala to Vyborg with my father. A wild contest developed with another car. I urged my
father to drive faster. We won, but a speeding ticket arrived after a while from the
provincial state office. We had been interfering with the governor's car on official duty. |