Hi Sari,
thank you very much for your message!
Anna Riski, she don't have any family I think, because she asked me for advice on how to get a loan in the bank, in 2005 or 2006.
But anyway.
In Norway I now have a kind of steph-cousin, Isa Ingebrigtsen, who is half Finnish/Russian.
She posts pictures of herselves on the internet, a couple of years ago, with only wearing Bjørn Borg boxer-shorts, which were white, and partly see-through, so one could see her private parts.
Her father is dead, and she's just a teen-ager still, and her mother, (which my 'strange' uncle Martin was with), Grethe Ingebrigtsen, has a psychological diagnose, according to my sister Pia, (which I maybe haven't told about, she was in Amsterdam and Spain with her friend Cecilie Hyde the summer we met in Brighton. My sister ran out of money in Spain, and my father only wanted to send 300 NOK, (he had gone bankrupt), and I was out of money after celebrating last year at Upper Secondary School, (like we really celebrate in Norway, for months for some reason), so my sister was horribly mad, when she got home from Spain, and blamed me since my father only wanted to send her 300 NOK when she ran out of money there.
I've tried to get someone to contact Isa, and tell her how to sit on pictures etc., since she don't have any responsible parents, I think, but I don't know if Anna Riski contacted her.
(Since both of them are (at least partly) Finnish, I mean.
Isn't Isa a Finnish name?
Her sister is named Andrea and their brother is named Risto.
Someone tried to murder me on the farm they lived on, which I worked on, in 2005, so I ran to Liverpool.
I remember your very beautiful green eyes, from Brighton.
I write a blog, it would have been fun to have a picture of you where you show your eyes on the blog, but it's not that important
Ok, so Kati was your sister.
I remeber her, she sat besides you at summer-school.
And was one or two years younger than you.
Both of you were very beautiful, I think.
You acted fine, and didn't talk loud or laugh in the class-room, I remember.
Cecilie Hyde wanted me to go to Brighton, (for some reason and dragged me to the travel-agents in Drammen, in Norway).
I didn't have many plans there, that's why I went to your summer-school, which was were I was at summer-school myself with my third-cousin ØA aka. Øystein Andersen, the summer before.
I grew up alone, in Norway, but the last year before I moved to study in Oslo, Cecilie Hyde and my sister Pia, moved in with me, that's how I knew Hyde.
This was in the months before I went to Brighton, that summer, in 1989, I guess it was.
In Norway, midsummer has been a bit hi-jacked, I guess, by the Christians.
Did you wear a cross, around your neck, do I remember right?
In Norway, mid-summer is called St. Johns Eve, and we burn fires, on the beaches.
But it's not like in Sweden, where it is a more important, and Norse holiday, I think.
Is midsummer a Christian tradition in Finland?
I guess not, since you drank so much.
The reason I didn't go with you, was that it was my last night, in Brighton, that summer, and I thought I had to stay with the host-family, (from the summer before), since they arranged a party for me.
You wanted to celebrate midsummer, at the beach, and that's ok I guess, since it perhaps would have been difficult to get home to Southwick were you lived I think it was, from Shoreham.
Who knows.
I don't know what happened to the rabbit I showed you, in Gordon Rd., in the garden were I used to play fotball, with my host-familiy, and others.
The rabitt in the cage there, but it was probably eaten I guess.
The rabitt in the garden to the Hudson-family, (which you maybe remember, who were a jolly family, who let us student drink and smoke etc., so I didn't have to go to the beach to do that).
I went to Brighton the next summer as well, then with my third-cousin Øystein again.
We lived with the Hudsons in Gordon Rd. again.
But I remember I missed you a bit, and I think I sent you a post-card.
But my younger third-cousin was a bit stressing, so I don' think my hand-writing was fine.
It was the world-cup, 1990, and there were riots in Brighton, and someone, (a gang), at the disco Top Rank, ran after me, for some reason, and wanted to beat me up.
You said some bad things to a guy at Churchill Sq., who harassed us, and I gave him my milk-shake, (since I thought he was a poor 'bum'), and he threw the milk-shake over my head.
So that was embarrasing, that's for sure.
You complained I didn't was the milk-shake properly out of my hair, the next day, or so.
I grew up alone, and didn't perhaps have that good hygiene, but I lived in shared flats etc., in Oslo, with people who showered every day, so I caught a bit up on things like that as a student.
Thanks for writing, it's nice to remember those days in Brighton, some times, if things aren't that fun.
We had our ups and downs, in those quite few days, (a week or so, I think), but at least we had some fine time, like I said to you, when you went on the train to the midsummer-party, on my last day there.
Thanks again for you message, and say to your sister.
Have a fun day at the beach.
Liverpool isn't that good for swimming I think, it's very much tide here.
In the neigbour-river Dee, it's an island, where one can walk to, when it's tide.
A kilometer or two walk on the bottom of the river.
That was fun, but one have to check the time, because suddently the tide comes back, and then one have to get back to shore.
Tell me if you go to UK, I could show you that strange island, if you want.
It's maybe half an hours walk, on the bottom of the ocean.
Something like this.
Have a nice day/summer!
Best regards,
Erik Ribsskog 
