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My territory in the town
expanded a lot, when my father went to work at the Espilä taxi station in Torkkelinkatu
("Torgild Knutson Street"). I brought him lunch and enjoyed greatly the
international atmosphere and the mix of languages. One could learn a lot from the taxi
drivers, because they knew everything about the town and its people. Many of them had been
horse cab drivers before, and remembered stories from those times as well: how the harbour
had fallen to the sea, or a yellow tramcad had fallen over in Linnankatu ("Castle
Street"). |