This is the world. These are the places of the world. Everything is haywire. And in the streets of every new city you feel again the world's dumb agony. In Helsingfors it is not so bad, although there is private ownership of property in Finland.
People own small objects.
In the market those who own fish, sell fish, those who own tomatoes, sell tomatoes. Maybe it is Capitalism, but even so you can't find anything wrong with the people. When I saw the cornet and the trombone and the cello and the violin and the picture of Beethoven, I felt very mournful. The shape of the cornet is no small triumph, and even a tin violin is a poem of an idea. I went into the store and asked the girl in English if I could listen to some phonograph records of Finnish music.