Back blogging again

This is now a topsy turvy ride in my blog. (Sorry, no pictures as yet till I can upload to my personal server in Finland!)

I had no secure internet access for a couple of days. When I moved from our Royal residence "Windsor Castle" to the beautiful Malayala Manorama Guest House in Kottayam, I gained access to a LG screen, some 29" wide, but I lost my internet access.

Malayala Manorama has a policy of not giving unfettered internet access due to security reasons. So I had to check my email (which is gmail) at an internet cafe. There are several in Kottayam, and the charge is Rs. 10 for half an hour (roughly €0.30).

However, even though the price is cheap, the locations were not conducive for personal work, as blogging.

I concentrated the next couple of days on getting ready the Coffee Table Book for my class 50th Year reunion. The big screen connected to my Mac Mini along with the Bluetooth Mouse and the Bluetooth wireless Mac mini keyboard were just perfect.

I was able to correct most of the mistakes and take it to a small laser print centre (Copy Tiger) recommended by the Malayala Manorama.

Then started an experience which is worth recounting.

The owners of the centre (two Varghese ) put me in touch with their Desktop Publishing expert. He tried to open my NeoOffice file (Mac specific version of the Sun Open Office), but was not successful. But he was able to open my jpg image files. He asked me to convert the odt files to jpg.

I went back to the Guest house, and because of the large screen, this work was so easy. I opened the odt files, gave the PRINT command, and then asked to see the Preview, which was a pdf file. I saved that file and it was one step to convert it to a jpg file. The 97 pages took just under two hours, and I was back the Print Centre with my USB Memory Stick and the converted files.

The DTP expert then worked wonders, laying out the pages in book form using Corel Draw. He worked late, up to 8 pm, and then came back the next morning and finished setting the pages exactly to my liking. He printed one copy. To my amazement there were just a few small errors. He corrected these quickly and gave me on final print. Total cost was Rs. 1940 - just € 280.

Now we had the problem of the loose cover for the bound hard copy - my final objective. He recommended a printer in a small town 18 km away in a town called Changnacherri. I reached there by 6 pm and arrived at PRIYA Digital Colour Lab. I was surprised to see the small narrow shop full of all sorts of people. When I explained my request to the owner, he assigned me a young boy who quickly set up the job, showed me different types of papers, and then printed out a sample - which was just perfect. I got a quote of € 90 for the first 5 copies and within the next 20 minutes they had delivered to me the wonderful cover for our publication.

in the meantime I established a nice relationship with the shop owner, Thambi Thomas, who knew all my family members and showed me the utmost respect. They have established in this small town one of the most unique print units which can print posters 30” wide and of any length whatsoever, one of only two machines of this type in India. I wondered how they would get work in such a small sleepy town in a remote part of Kerala, but seeing the mela around me, I knew that these people knew exactly what they were doing. I have made some lifelong friends here.

Armed with my covers, I rushed back to my Kottayam Laser Print Centre. They started printing 4 more sets of the Coffee Table Book. This was in my hands by 10:30 the next morning making it possible for Annikki, Mika and me to embark on the next stage of our journey around India - on to Cochin.

A few words about Kottayam, my childhood holiday home, and home of my very best childhood memories. It is still a great town, the hub of Malayala Manorama, the largest circulating newspaper in India. I remember when it had a circulation of just 3000 copies when it reopened in 1948 after India got its independence. Today it is printing 1.7 million and the target of 2 million copies by 2010 will certainly be achieved. Not only is it the largest circulating newspaper, it also produces the largest circulating weekly magazine in both Malayalam and in English, The WEEK having outstripped India Today. It also produces the largest circulating women’s magazine (Vanitha) and children’s magazine (Balrama). The circulation of its multilingual Manorama Directory is unsurpassed.

This has all been achieved by the style of management of three brothers, Rajen (Mammen Mathew), Thambi (Philip Mathew) and Chacko (Jacob Mathew) aided by their 93 year old father, Mathukuttychayan (K. M. Mathew) who still sits in at the daily editorial meeting in his office at 10:30 am! Each one of the cousins is different but they totally complement the others. Various nephews and nieces are involved, and each one of them is professionally qualified for the post they hold. They are backed by a team of devoted officers and workers of the company, who are not just names of numbers, but each is an individual with a face, a family and a lifelong association with this 121 year old publication.

A word about the Guest House where we stayed. It has a British Standards Institution (BSI) UK Quality Management accreditation for the quality of the accommodation and the food. The food team is led by Vasu, who has been a loyal member of the team for over 50 years. He is now 75 but is active and has a personal touch to all the preparations he serves up.

He asks the guests what they like in particular and then serves up the exact preparations which will remain unsurpassed in their memory. He knew I liked pomfret fry. He made me two exclusive versions. He dished up a sweet dish - tender coconut soufflé, which is absolutely unique.

I have decided to give this Guest House my International Best Buy accreditation, but unfortunately, it is not something open to the general public!

Before we left Kottayam, I dropped in at Mathukuttychayan’s office to say goodbye. This 93 year old was just about to start his daily editorial conference, but he stopped long enough to say goodbye to both Mika and me. As Mika shook hands with him and I hugged and kissed him, tears welled in my eyes and I cried as I was leaving. As each day passes he becomes more and more like my mother. I vowed I would come back soon to see him again.

Annikki did not come out to see him as she had a bad cold and was afraid of passing it on to my uncle. Mathukuttychayan expressed more than once that he was sad he was unable to come out to say goodbye to her!

This entire experience in Kottayam taught me that some members of my family still uphold the values set by my grandfather. For that I am happy and proud to be a member of this wonderful Kandathil family whose hospitality and generosity to one and all shows no bounds.

I would be doing a great injustice if I did not add that the spouses of all my cousins are also of the same mould as them and give more to the world than they take. Thank you Prema, Bina and Amu. You are truly Kandathils. I would again be doing a great injustice if I did not mention the sister of my gentlemen cousins, Thangam, and her husband, Jayan, both of whom are again carrying on the good work of the late Annammakochamma (Mrs. K.M. Mathew) and Mathukuttychayan.

would be doing a further injustice if I did not pay my compliments to KI James, the Personal Assistant to Rajen. He is an extraordinary person, and around him revolves the absolute efficiency shown by Rajen to all and sundry. Even after a hospitalisation on the Thursday, he was at his table on Friday to look after details about my travel arrangements, etc. Thank you, James. You are even more efficient than Jeeves!

I will be back in Kottayam in my lifetime and I expect to the see the Malayala Manorama, under such able leadership, still at the top and far far ahead of any and all of their rivals!

India is truly Incredible and it is because of the people like the Mathew family, James, the Varghese brothers and Thambi Thomas! They respect people above money. and power.

Now on to Cochin....

The next day

The wedding continued on Day 2 with a photograph session at the grooms house followed by the blessing and prayers and on to the church service and a reception in the grounds of the new Malayala Manorama printing press. The evening was the final reception at the groom's house. Radhika Mammen sang a song - what a powerful and superb voice. I remember her as a small girl in her grandmother's room being coaxed to sing for us, which she did. If I manage to track down that video I will be come a millionaire overnight! (Her father, Jayan, told me that he had been trying to persuade Radhika to keep her voice trained - so I guess he does not know she is singing in the bath every day! Great voice and great personality at so young an age - she can go as far as she wants.)

I have photographs galore and I will upload them when my server on Finland responds.

The people who attended were the ordinary folk, the mass of the 6000 guests being workers from all the units of the Malayala Manorama enterprise. No doubt many leaders from media, industry, commerce and education were there, but they were all part of the crowd. A couple of Ministers dropped in but they were not any special guests.

Many Stephanians of my generation (Abe Tharakan, George Vergese, Col. Jose Vellikappan, Rajen, Thambi, Suresh, myself) to the present (Anu, etc., etc., - many many Mathews) were there. Many of the groom's cousins and their wives / husbands, who were Stephanians were there, so much so that Abe Tharakan, a Stephanian of my era 1960 - 1963, commented to me that St. Stephen's was intending to change its name. They were planning to call it St. Mathews - as it was being dominated by this family! :-)

My "Grow Fat Cheaply" theme got a lot of people shying away from my camera, as who could resist the wonderful food on offer. The lunch was simple - a Mutton Biryani - and it was superb. Tables were laid for 12 people with papads, a tamarind plum sauce, a lime pickle, Boli (famous from Mrs. K.M. Mathew days) and the rice paysam prepacked. The large serving dishes with piping hot mutton biryani arrived and it was consumed with gusto. One of the finest biryanis I have tasted.

Most people went on to greet the bride and groom. And then it was to have a rest and get ready for the evening session,

The food in the evening was catered by the Taj group. Again an outstanding spread and I had to hold myself back as the biryani was still lingering around. I was pleased that the soft drinks on offer were tender coconut juice and lychee juice. Both most refreshing.

We got back at midnight and try as I might to upload the photographs to my Finnish server, I just could not. This typing table is too low, so I cannot sit for long to write this, but I promise when I move from Windsor Castle to a more comonn address, I will describe the occasions in greater detail and also try different techniques to get the fabulous photographs of my wonderful, extended, simple family, uploaded somewhere where they will be accessible.

Today I have started my work programme with two meetings scheduled through the day. I am having problems getting credit to my mobile phone. I paid the operator Rs. 1000, as I have already run through the first thousand, but they have not been able to upload a cent. I am down to the last few rupees, so I expect to be out of credit in a few hours.

Fast forwarding to now

(Due to the fact that I do not use a credit card, and Google wants you to use one to buy image storage, I am unable to upload pictures to my blogs. I will give you a link where you can see the pictures.)

I am fast forwarding to today, Friday, as we are in Kottayam, and many have written to hear of the wedding of the year! of c ourse this is one part of my story of "How to get Fat CHEAPLY"!

We were looked after so well by Dinesh and Raghu at the Cochin City Guest House of Malayala Manorama.

All the Malayala Manorama Kottayam and Cochin Guest Houses are famed for good food. The two caretakers did not disappoint us and served up a great dinner - soup, fried promfet, and chappatis for me (Annikki's strict instructions that I am not to touch rice) and a great vegetable curry with fried chicken. Sweet was seedless red papaya and a delicious desert. This morning they turned out Masala Dosai with coconut chutney and a curry, steamed sweet banana with tea. Even as I think of it my mouth waters.

We left Cochin at 10 am and stopped to see one of my father's s sister Accachi (Mrs. Grace Kurian) who lives with her daughter, Padmini, in Cochin. Padmini left for Bangalore on Thursday evening, so we will meet up with her in Bangalore. Padmini's husband, Babu was there to greet us.



The 75 km between Cochin and Kottayam really reflected the terrible malaise in the Indian road system. A journey, which in Europe should take just less than an hour, took us almost 2 hours. We left at 11 am and arrived at 1 pm.

What a waste of valuable time and energy. If the Kerala Government would only maintain the roads properly, maybe they would get many more tourists pass through their state, generate more jobs and revenue and have less accidents on their roads. Each a compelling arguement - but is anyone listening.

We went straight to the family lunch served by chef Vasu - student of Annammakochamma (Mrs. K.Mathew) and his team. The liuch was outstanding - Kerala Cusine.

It was such an emotional experience to meet our closest of relations, mainly cousins and their wives or husbands and their children whom we had not seen, most for over 10 years, but many for as many as 20 years.

We hugged each other and I was emotionally affected as I met each of my relatives. What a wonderful feeling.






















































While I was in Cochin I had interacted with an old childhood friend who told me that I was going to meet the elite of Kerala who were attending this much talked about wedding. If these were the elite, we have nothing to worry about as they were all dressed in the simplest of clothes and each was more internally radiant than the clothes they wore. The closest we got to Royalty was our address in Kottayam : WINDSOR CASTLE!

Tomorrow will be another day when the fashionable elite of Kerala may show their faces - but I am sure that as per the legacy of my grandfather, K. C. Mammen Mappillai, Doyen of Kerala no one of my family consider themselves to be part of that aristocracy!

Mumbai landing

Before we landed at Mumbai, we were given two forms to fill in. The first was a statement to be filled and signed by us about our possible contact with Swine Flu. the second was the Immigration landing form.

It really showed that I was completely out of touch with India as I filled up the Immigration form. There was a point about "ECR" to be filled in by Indians. For the life of me I had no idea what was an "ECR". After racking my brains, I thought it best if I asked on of the Indian youngsters who was sitting in the row in front of me.

I tapped on his shoulder and asked him what was an "ECR". He looked at me incredulously, thinking where this old goofy guy had come from and something in an American accent, which I could hardly understand. Then the guy sitting next to him said it stood for "Emmigration Clearance Required".

I was so naive, I asked what that meant - when he told me to look in my Passport. Sure enough, there it was stamped that I did not require emmigration clearance!

We landed on time at Mumbai International Airport at 25 minutes past midnight on 19th November. As the aircraft doors opened, the feeling was exactly like being in a sauna, the temperature being around + 30 C. We were pouring with sweat as we walked a long long walk from the aircraft to the Health Registration counter where we were expected to give up that form we had filled on the aircraft. Along the way I read a placard that said that Finland was one of the countries on the list where there was swine flu, and our ear temperature would be taken.

Obviously the guys and girls at the counter did not have much faith in such placards placed on the way from the aircraft, so as soon as the took our forms, they waved us on to immigration - which was another long walk.

As we were walking slowly, we were among the last at the counter. I handed all three forms, Annikki's, Mika's and mine, to the officer. He asked me to stand in front of him. Then he went through my passport, issued in 2004, which was pristine clean with only one entry, my Finnish residence permit. Not a single other entry - except the stamp showing I had left Finland on this journey.

The officer looked at me and asked how long I had lived in Finland. when I told him it had been my home for 25 years, he said he was proud of me as I had kept my Indian nationality.

(I wondered which other country would give a dumbass like me their citizenship!)

We finished immigration and we were waved through customs to again make a long long walk to the terminal exit where we hoped our car and driver would be waiting for us. It was past 1:30 when we reached the exit!

Our journey to India

We left Oulu only by 1 pm on Friday afternoon as there were so many loose ends to tie up. It snowed heavily most of the 600km. I was glad I had got the winter tyres on and the drive was uneventful. Couple of stops for Mika to smoke his cigarrettes..

We stayed at one of Raantel's apartments in Helsinki. Although we have had it for a month we have not had any residents in it. Annikki, Mika and I were the first to stay there. It was not yet ready, so our friends, Ganesan and Levi, must have had have a tough task on Sunday making it ready for the two Indian software engineers who were to arrive on Sunday.

On Saturday I met with Christian, had lunch with him at the FORUM while Annikki and her sister, Anneli went to church. Then we went to Sello, the huge shopping complex in Leppavaara. It is just too big to be convenient. We found nothing we wanted there. There was no service in either PRISMA of the K-Citymarket, which were both so huge that all the Prisma's and Citymarkets in Oulu would fit into these! Later I had time to visit Ajith and discuss a possible visit to his Ayurvedic Rest Centre on the Kabini River on the border of Karnataka and Kerala.

We had to leave at 5:30 am for the airport so I ordered an Airport Taxi, leaving the car parked outside our apartment for Levi to park at one of other apartments. the Taxi came right on time and for € 32, we had a convenient ride to the airport. Certainly a service to be recommended.

Despite my telling Annikki, she insisted on taking some tubes of hand cream etc., which were larger than the allowed size. Sure enough she had to give them up quite unwillingly at the security. All the soft drinks and juices Annikki had saved for the air journey had to be thrown away! (Hope she has learnt the lesson!)

The Finnair flight to London was not very comfortable as the space between the seats was so small. We certainly hoped for larger seats and more leg room on the British airways flight from London to Mumbai.

London Airport is HUGE. We had to take a bus from Terminal 2 where we arrived to Terminal 5, where the international and domestic British Airways flights depart. The coach journey was 10 minutes.

We had to go through another security before entering Terminal 5. Really terrible. Just because I left my watch on, I had to encounter a full public body search.

We wondered what benefit all this was as a determined terrorist would know HOW to beat this security process. We were amazed to see a little 10 year old girl having to undergo a body search! A complete sham.

The departure gate for our flight needed yet another journey in a fast train from one part of Terminal 5 to another. There we waited for our flight which was a another full one. To our dismay the seats were narrower than the last flight and the leg room between the seats was even tighter.

Luckily the in-flight TV had some great British and American comedy programmes and a couple of drama TV presentations, plus we were served two meals and time went fast -the eight hours flew away and we were in Mumbai. Annikki enjoyed herself watching the flight path on the TV all the way from London to Mumbai! To each his / her own.

It was 20 past midnight on 19th October 2009 when we disembarked. More on that in my next blog posting.

Time to catch up

As I am posting on my other blogs, only this one will be active during this Indian trip. All my readers to my many blogs will have to come here and read our experiences, whether whether they are my school or college friends, my Oulu friends, our Findians community, our CHAFF friends, our O-India friends, etc.

We landed at 00:25 on Monday morning. Monday was a full day of getting acclimatised and above all meeting my uncle, Mr. K. M. Philip (97, Peelukuttychayan, Pappa) and Chinnammakochamma (Mummy). I will update you from the time we left Oulu till this morning in subsequent posts.

It was so good to see my uncle who even walked to the lift to see us off. He is looking forward to playing golf again this week as he had been banned from playing golf for six months as he had a pacemaker installed. 97 years and looking forward to a round of golf!

It is now Tuesday morning. I am sitting in the wonderful Guest House of Malayala Manorama in Mumbai. Budiram from Nepal is the caretaker. A fine person always at your service. He has been with the company for many years.

It overlooks the sea. Annikki and I are fascinated with the view of watching the waves coming in. It is the start of our visit and holiday in India.

There are three bedrooms, all beautifully furnished and maintained. Bedclothes and towels are changed everyday. Better and more intimate personal service than a hotel. This should be our aim in Raantel Oy.

Annikki and I are in one bedroom. Mika is in another. The third is for Manorama persons. Last night, a second cousin once removed (an Indian way of saying a cousin through marriage relationships) arrived. We had a long chat. It was wonderful to meet Raju who looks after the Company Affairs of the Malayala Manorama.

This Guest House is what we term in Oulu as a shared apartment, but it is totally non intrusive. There is no cooking by the residents. Breakfast is served. Other meals are not offered and one can order the food in from any of the many restaurants in the vicinity.

Yesterday evening, Annikki, Mika and I went to a clean and neat vegetarian restaurant next door. Mika had a masala dosai and a pineapple milk shake. Annikki had a paneer palak with a methi paratha and I had a channa bathura. We also had two extra nans and a couple of Sprites. The damage was less than € 5!! We would have paid € 5 for just the Sprites in Oulu!

Raju's cousin, Apu, studied at the same time as me in London. He did Rubber Technology and went on to be Head of the Research and Laboratory group at MRF Ltd. His late father was a wonderful eye doctor. I was so pleased to hear that Apu's mother, Sosammakochamma is still doing well at the age of 90+. Apu's father passed away many years ago. They used to live quite near us in Bangalore several years ago.

Raju's aunt's (Kunjattykochamma) husband was my Godfather, Mr. K. M. Eapen (Eapachayan), one of my mother's elder brothers. Also known as Vakil Eapenachen, as he handled all the legal matters regarding our family businesses.

I just learnt from Raju that he is my mother's second cousin - so making him my uncle!

Sadly we are lacking a camera as the one I received on my 65th birthday fell and does not take snaps. It will be given for repairs today.

I now have a local Indian mobile. The phone number is

+91 9619621265

Unfortunately my Finnish Mobile is not locating an operator for some reason. So please use the Indian number to send me text messages.

More later. I am already sure that this is going to be an Incredible India visit.

Oulu buses and prices

I had not travelled as a paying passenger in a bus for a long long time.

My first seven years in Oulu, when I was working at the University, I travelled by bus.

When I arrived here in 1984, the fare from the Kampitie doorstep to the University (route 33), right across town, was just 3 marks (about € 0,50). Then I started to use a bus pass and the cost per journey was hardly € 0,10 as I used the pass many times a day.

I was not very happy with the weekend service and wrote a blistering article about it way back in 1991.

When I started using the car, first a VW Beetle, then a great Opel and then several other wonderful cars till my latest 1992 VW Vento, I hardly used the bus.

I used the service extensively when grandson Samuel was a toddler (1998-2000). But, in Oulu, we have a great rule that when accompanying a toddler in a push chair, neither has to pay the fare. I used to criss cross the city with him looking at all sorts of things as machines, cement churners, road rollers, dump trucks, cranes, as he used to be fascinated by them.

Finally, the other day, I gave my car for some work. I realised the bus stand was just outside my favourite garage, and there is a direct bus home.

Once on board I paid the fare - € 2,90.

An increase from € 0,50 to € 2,90 in 25 years seemed a bit steep to me. My pension vis-á-vis my salary in 1984 has not gone up by the dame ratio!

I cannot say whether the bus service has improved or not based on a couple of trips.

I can say the new technologies that are in play - bus arrival schedules at major bus stops along the route, the RFID bus cards (I was the actor in the first video of BUSCOM, reading the Financial Times in the Technology Village Cafe), and the modern bus fleet, certainly seems to indicate that it is a good service.

But worth the € 2,90 for a trip. Certainly not!

ICE - In Case of Emergency

I received this very important email from a dear friend, which I felt should have the widest publicity, so I am putting it on all my major blogs:

We all carry our mobile phones with names & numbers stored in its memory but nobody, other than ourselves, knows which of these numbers belong to our closest family or friends.

If we were to be involved in an accident or were taken ill, the people attending us would have our mobile phone but wouldn't know who to call. Yes, there are hundreds of numbers stored but which one is the contact person in case of an emergency? Hence this "ICE" (In Case of Emergency) Campaign

The concept of "ICE" is catching on quickly. It is a method of contact during emergency situations. As cell phones are carried by the majority of the population, all you need to do is store the number of a contact person or persons who should be contacted during emergency under the name "ICE" ( In Case Of Emergency).

The idea was thought up by a paramedic who found that when he went to the scenes of accidents, there were always mobile phones with patients, but they didn't know which number to call. He therefore thought that it would be a good idea if there was a nationally recognized name for this purpose. In an emergency situation, Emergency Service personnel and Hospital Staff would be able to quickly contact the right person by simply dialing the number you have stored as "ICE."

For more than one contact name simply enter ICE1, ICE2 and ICE3 etc. A great idea that will make a difference!

Let's spread the concept of ICE by storing an ICE number in our Mobile phones today!

Please forward this. It won't take too many "forwards" before everybody will know about this It really could save your life, or put a loved one's mind at rest .

Remember:- ICE will speak for you when you are not able to.

Thank you Naval for this wonderful input.

Oulu Worst Buys!

I have listed three Worst Buys in Oulu -

1. Worst lawyers
2. Worst Real Esatae Agency
3. Worst Locksmith.

You will find details on my Oulu Best (Worsdt) Buy Blog.

Inheritance Nightmare / PERINTÖPAINAJAINEN

My next book, which is being published simultaneously in English and Finnish (translation by Annikki), is going to be a blockbuster.

In 1994, I exposed the serious problems within the University of Oulu. That book, "Seven Years Hard Labour in a Finnish Holiday Camp - A Finnish Unversity" was the most pirate copied book in Finland that year.

The book jointly authored by Annikki and me in 1994, "Handbook for Survival in Finland", which was also only in English, was sold out within days of publication.

Both Annikki and I have been researching and writing on several subjects, but this book was always at the back of our minds from 1992 onwards.

Now is the opportune time. We decided to leap frog many other manuscripts to publish this one. It gives a deep insight into how corrupt the Finnish System has been and is, despite whatever Transparency International has been writing.

I give below the Synopsis and Contents in both Finnish and English.

Also the pre-ordering information is given at the end so you can save some money if your order is received before the books hit the shelves. The book is written, printed, published and sold directly by us so we can give you value for money instead of lining the pockets of publishers and booksellers. Authors get a measly 10% after several years!

We do hope you will enjoy this book. The sequel "Last Will and Testament" by me will follow soon thereafter. That is a momumental work. It will not be published in Finnish.

INHERITANCE NIGHTMARE
(ISBN 978-952-67270-0-4)
by
Jacob Matthan
Author of the 1994 brilliant exposé
“Seven Years Hard Labour
in a Finnish Holiday Camp
- A Finnish University”

Synopsis

Like all the author’s books so far, this book is NOT fiction. It is the recording of the modern day repetition of Victor Hugo’s “Les Misérables” in Finland in the 2000s!

The author comes from a country which is the home of corruption. According to Transparency International, Finland is supposedly one of the least corrupt countries in this world.

This intricate narration of this true story, covering almost 10 years, shows the extent of malaise in the Finnish System - the judiciary, the police, the bureaucrat, the media, the banks, and above all the lawyers, who are supposedly there to uphold the rights of the innocent. It is a brotherhood network!

Kari Kantakoski is supposedly “a leading lawyer” in Oulu. The intrigue that he has been involved in to get the lion’s share of the inheritance of the family of a carpenter and his wife is still an on-going saga.

The level of audacity increased with each passing day as this lawyer flaunted the law using his “friends” in high places.

Justice Delayed is Justice Denied!

The Lawyer’s Association, supposedly to root out people like Kari Kantakoski, appears to be just a big joke! Kantakoski laughs at this organisation as he knows they would not lift a finger to indict him! The Association has been “investigating” this matter for 9 months while Kari Kantakoski carries on his plundering!

In Finland, the only recourse to justice is publicity, the internet, in particular. Certainly not via the Finnish media, as it is also part of the corrupt establishment.

This book, which will be on the internet and the shelves (in English and Finnish) in a few weeks, highlights in the greatest detail (with every supporting document) each step of the process of having to fight a corrupt system in which the height of corruption is the legal profession in this country.

Lawyers may be the butt of many jokes. That is not without sound reason.

The author leaves it to the reader to draw one’s own conclusions as to what is right or wrong, what is corruption and what is not, what is legal and what is illegal.

It is a sad sad tale.

If Transparency International were to look at this and many thousands of similar cases, Finland would lie 180th in the 180 countries that are reported on by them!

Contents

PREFACE
Chapter 1: Background to the Nightmare
Chapter 2: Matti's Death Estate Inventory Meeting
Chapter 3: Hilja's Dementia
Chapter 4: Renovation of Kampitie
Chapter 5: Public Guardian for Hilja
Chapter 6: Administrator and Executor for Matti's Death Estate
Chapter 7: Financial Misuse of Hilja's Bank Account
Chapter 8: Settlement of Renovation Cost
Chapter 9: Appointment as Care Giver for Hilja
Chapter 10: Eviction of Hilja and Court Decision
Chapter 11: Corruption in Oulu Magistrate Guardianship Section Functioning
Chapter 12: Attempt to Remove the Public Guardian
Chapter 13: February 2004
Chapter 14: Dire Warnings Ignored - Wall Deterioration
Chapter 15: Lawyers Fees
Chapter 16: Minutes of Meetings
Chapter 17: Secret Deals
Chapter 18: Hilja Passes On
Chapter 19: Matti's Death Estate Administrator / Executor Greed Uncovered
Chapter 20: Accounts Examined
Chapter 21: Forced Sale of Kampitie
Chapter 21: Hilja's Death Estate Inventory
Chapter 22: Fraud and Cover Up in Osuuspankki
Chapter 23: Keskinäinen Vakuutusyhtiö Turva Mopo Scandal
Chapter 24: Control of Kampitie
Chapter 25: Huoneistokeskus: Money Rules the Day
Chapter 26: Complaint to the Lawyer's Association
Chapter 27: Complaints to the Oulu Police
Chapter 28: Complaints to the Finnish Courts
Chapter 29: Transparency International
Chapter 30: Who Gets What?

PERINTÖPAINAJAINEN
(ISBN 978-952-67270-1-1)
Jacob Matthan
“Seitsemän vuotta kovaa työtä suomalaisella loma leirillä
- Suomalainen Yliopisto”
loistavan palastuskirjan kirjoittaja 1994

Tiivistelmä

Kuten kaikki kirjailijan kirjat tähän mennessä, tämä kirja ei ole Fiktio. Se on Viktor Hugon kirjan “KURJAT!” kaltaisten tapahtumien toisto Suomessa 2000 luvulla!

Kirjailija tulee maasta, joka on korruption kotimaa. Transparency International’in mukaan Suomen oletetaan olevan yksi maailman vähiten korruptoituneita maita.

Tämä mutkikas tosi kertomus, kestoltaan melkein kymmenen vuotta osoittaa suomalaisen systeemin pahoinvoinnin laajuutta - oikeuslaitos, poliisi, byrokraatti, media, pankit ja ennen kaikkea asianajajat, joiden pitäisi olla viattomien oikeuksien puolustajia. Se on veljeskuntaverkosto!

Kari Kantakosken oletetaan olevaan “huomattava asainajaja” Oulussa. Sotku, jossa hän on mukana saadakseen leijonan osuuden kirvesmiehen ja hänen vaimonsa perheen perinnöstä on yhä meneillään oleva tapahtumaketju.

Röyhkeyden taso nousee päivä päivältä, kun tämä asianajaja lailla pöyhkeillen käyttää “ystävään” korkeilla paikoilla.

Viivytys oikeudessa kieltää oikeuden

Asianajajien Liitto, jonka oletetaan kitkevän juurineen Kari Kantakosken kaltaisia henkilöitä, näyttää olevan iso vitsi. Kantakoski nauraa tälle järjestölle tietäen etteivät he nostaisi sormeakaan syyttäkseen häntä mistään. Liitto on tutkinut tätä asiaa 9 kuukautta. Sillä välin Kari Kantakoski jatkaa ryöstelyä!

Suomessa ainoa oikeuden turva on julkisuus, internetti erityisesti, eikä varmasti suomalaisen median kautta, koska se on myös osa korruptia valtajärjestelmää.

Tämä kirja, joka tulee internettiin ja hyllyille (englanniksi ja suomeksi) muutamassa viikossa, korostaa mitä suurimmassa määrin (kaikkea tukevilla dokumenteilla) joka askelta prosessissa, jonka joutuu taistelemaan korruptiossa systeemissä, minkä korruption huippu on laillinen ammattikunta tässä maassa. Asianajajat voivat olla monen pilan kohde. Eikä syyttä.

Kirjoittaja jättää lukijalle tehdä omat johtopäätöksensä siitä mikä on oikein ja väärin, mikä on korruptiota mikä ei, mikä on laillista ja mikä on laitonta. Se on surullinen kertomus. Jos Transparency International näkisi tämän ja tuhansia muita samanlaisia tapauksia, joista he raportoivat, Suomi olisi sijalla 180 mukana olevista maista joita on 180!


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Esipuhe
Kappale 1: Painajaisen tausta
Kappale 2: Matin kuolinpesäkokous
Kappale 3: Hiljan dementia
Kappale 4: Kampitie remontti
Kappale 5: Yleinen edunvalvoja
Kappale 6: Matin kuolinpesän pesänselvittäjä- ja jakaja
Kappale 7: Hiljan pankkitilin väärinkäyttö
Kappale 8: Remontti kulujen sopimus
Kappale 9: Hiljan omaishoitajan nimitys
Kappale 10: Hiljan häätö ja oikeuden päätös
Kappale 11: Korruptio Oulun Maistraatin yleisen edunvalvonnan osastolla
Kappale 12: Yritys erottaa edunvalvoja virasta
Kappale 13: Helmiku 2004
Kappale 14: Välinpitämättömyys vakavista varoituksista - ulkoseinän rapistuminen
Kappale 15: Asianajan palkat
Kappale 16: Kokousten päiväkirjat
Kappale 17: Salaisia sopimuksia
Kappale 18: Hiljan kuolema
Kappale 19: Matin kuolinpesän pesänselvittäjä/jakajan ahneus paljastuu
Kappale 20: Tilinpidon tarkastus
Kappale 21: Kampitie pakkomyynti
Kappale 22: Hiljan perukokous
Kappale 23: Petos ja peittely Osuuspankissa
Kappale 24: Keskinäinen vakuutusyhtiö Turva Moposkandaali
Kappale 25: Kampitien hallinta
Kappale 26: Valitus asianajajaliittoon
Kappale 27: Valituksia Oulun poliisille
Kappale 28: Valituksia suomalaisissa oikeuslaitoksissa
Kappale 29: Transpanency International
Kappale 30: Kuka saa mitä?

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Artist creation detail

If you now go around the Vesaisentie garden, which last year was one long green lawn, one seems a transformation with the hand of a creator.

Annikki is meticulous in whatever she does. She works till two or three in the morning to get things exactly right.

When I walk around the garden I notice nothing initially. Then, as I take out my camera, I start to notice the incredible amount of detailed thought she has put into every nook and corner of the garden

I am no professional photographer. If one were to go around the garden, what I have depicted below ametueurishly, would been given a new meaning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thank you for giving me such a beautiful garden to get rid of my tensions! And thanks to Christian for so many lovely additions into the garden.