Eternal Liiva. 999 footsteps. Footstep 7

Maybe Guru Guru will change his name (i doubt if it's true) unto Guuru, asked Liiva and showed some photos. - I found them specially for you in Helsinki, near the port... Guuru. Why not? 

Saami say Giitu (thank you). Yesterday they were near Mannerheim's statue asking for independence and stopping the silent genocide. It's a strong nation of just 100 000 people in 4 different countries, but it doesn't cry, it sings... Northern people...

Yes. But what should we do, oh Ghost?

Clay is not soil or sand... Clay is a plastic metal, plasticine of the infinite power, told Liiva. - Guuru, you have to find THAT clay, and we together must make Golem and to destroy Galigant, who sold his soul to the devil.

Oh, you should know, how angry are those galigants of ministry of culture...

Guuru, you stepped on reptiloids' tails. Bare bra.

Guuru was thinking. No other way left. Liiva decided to creat a monster, which would clean up Vilna from "cultural" garbage. 

But Liiva needed a helper. Guuru could be that one. When he didn't get his PhD, he became the right one, the only one... 

Guuru probably was an Estonian. He wanted to help Liiva, because he was very lively and didn't know where to put his maximalistic energy and ideas. 

Trojan horse was needed, anti-horse, anti-Horsedipus, Golem. THE Golem.

Guuru went through the dark tunnel deep underground. The task was difficult, but possible. A rat. 

Guuru, i cannot bless you, but i bless you. I already need the head of Galigant.

The Ratty?

Yep. The black postman, the devil, the demon... Negative friend, positive enemy, and now - ally interested in ...

Where is the hidden Golem's production guide?

Hidden terma (gter ma) was eaten by termites (termes).

Liiva was eternal, so he left a backup, The Ratty explained.

Guuru got out of the deep underground of the Old Town (Castle Street) and ran to the river Neris/sireN. His was waiting for Wasp Maya.

Here's a guide - make up Golem! And soon ...

Guuru put his hands on a honeycomb, dappled with strange letters. Guuru know paid a lot of languages ​​(how much?). Sweet and easy it is to read a text from old honey.

I, Wapswa Maya, am a dissident, - she said - ... Eat a honeycomb!

Guuru knew one language (a lie!), But the text was certainly edible and became delightful, his letters sounded not only in the stomach, but also in Guuru's mind.

Golem's manufacturing instructions must be eaten - that's where the secret of success lies! Unfortunately, no one eats dolmens, menhirs, ritual stone altars, pyramids, stairs - full of darkness ...

Guuru was lucky - honey was mild, sweet and full of wisdom ...