Kirjahaku

Hello, readers, this is probably, almost certainly, the last time my poor, silly, poems will be published. I am planning to retire from work in the next year or so and there are other things I want to do. Actually, I am planning to do nothing. Just rest; I'm very tired. As usual, these poems are not autobiographical, but are a compilation of experiences I have heard about a second or third hand from people who have lived in New York City. As such, they are a work of fiction after having been reshaped in my imagination. I wish you all good luck and much happiness.

My dear readers, here is another slim book of semi-poems, stories and quasi-meditations. As usual, I have gathered the material from talking to New Yorkers who arrive in the City from all countries of the world. This is a work of fiction; I have edited the material and sometimes merged similar stories into one. New York is full of people with interesting backgrounds. The City is known as the melting pot, and also as the Big Apple. Sadly, some apples have worms in them. But apples are healthy fruits and you can choose the good parts and discard the rest. While I may not have done justice to the stories I was told, the people who told me about their backgrounds were really nice people. I am grateful to them.