Somehow Gurdjieff's Meetings with Remarkable Men has some life of its own and I have no doubt he put it there on purpose. One sunny Sunday morning I was heading back home after I had stayed with a friend. I had Meetings tucked under my arm and felt very good. The leafy maple and chestnut trees formed a natural tunnel for my walk to the bus station a few hundred meters away. The sun was shining through the leaves and I felt better and better. I arrived at the station where my bus was waiting. Some people were walking across the open square that did only have a small number of vehicles standing. Looking at these people made me shiver. They moved, all separate from their surroundings, but each as if pulled by a force, almost like being at the end of a rope, but at the same time somehow managing to use their own movement to go to the predestined direction. I could not understand why they paid no attention to me and felt that I was somehow in contact with each of them separately. One woman nearly collided with me as I seemed to be in her programmed route. I got to the bus and asked a woman standing by the door if this is the Helsinki bus. Her answer and the way it came out of her was simply too much. She did not look at me, but somehow avoided all contact. The words that came out of her mouth sounded to me more like a grasshoppers mechanical sound than what I normally heard when being spoken to. I quickly entered the bus and found a seat overlooking the station square and witnessed the same scene of people being pulled in all their different directions totally separate and with no contact with each other or their surroundings. The effect of all this was that I was filled with the energy to know more and lead me to translate the book into Finnish. This was never published as it got lost in connection with my uncle's drowning accident - but at least I had made my version!

And you have to know about Gurdjieff