I am visiting with Saila and it is my last day in Finland.  We are walking down the street and she is on the phone with her mother, planning something and, from what I can pick up from her side of the conversation, she will not accompany me to the airport.  I am pondering this, reminded of the time I visited with Craig and he did not make plans to go with me to the airport and how I understood this was the end of our relationship at that time, wondering if Saila’s lack of presence on our last day is a similar indication of the beginning of the end. 

While we continue walking and she continues talking, she begins fussing with her clothing, adjusting the collar of one top to further show the other beneath.  I don’t think the changes are very flattering to either herself nor what she is wearing and am about to say something as she hangs up when I see two men approach whose layered shirts have been adjusted the same way.  The men wave to Saila who greets them, further ignoring me, and I find myself gazing at windows of shops as we walk by.  Although Saila doesn’t stop to talk with them, she also doesn’t offer to introduce me.   

I drag her into an art gallery where I exude over different items (in particular some gorgeous, carved jade) and pick up a large, crystal vase.  There is nothing remarkable about the vase but I carry it outside of the store because Saila is rushing me, saying we have to hurry because she has something she needs to do.  Halfway down the street I realize I still have the vase.  We have to go back to return it but when we do so the store is closed.  I don’t think I’ll have time to return the vase tomorrow because I am leaving and I want to ask Saila if she will do it but she is once again on the telephone and insisting that we need to hurry. 

I follow along and back at her place there are cameras set up and a couple of other people.  Apparently she is about to film a web program about dating or something similar and one of her guests cannot be there.  She pulls me behind the table where she and her guests were supposed to sit and asks me to talk about dating in Finland.  I’m confused by this since I have obviously never dated in Finland but she insists I can just make something up.  I sit down and she and another girl sit down on either side of me.  My chair is further back than theirs and also much lower so I look quite small by comparison, as if I were kneeling between them on the floor rather than sitting in a chair. 

I stand up and suggest that I stay standing as I move behind Saila and shift myself in a figure flattering manner.  “There.  Now I look thin and my breasts look bigger.”  I’m disappointed that this is how I am spending my last evening of my visit with Saila but I don’t say anything because the cameras are rolling and we’re on the air.