America would have been the right kind of country for someone like my father. In fact he already had the tickets to go there, but the First World War prevented him from travelling. My father loved everything beautiful. He was able to make the clothes himself, but cars cost money. He had to be driving day and night. Ever since I was a small boy I carried food for him to the Susikatu ("Wolf Street") taxi station. With us living in Sotilaskatu, Susikatu was the next parallel street. They were both short streets that started at Patterimäki and ended in Kannaksenkatu.