My feminine alter-ego, my unwitting electronic double Mademoiselle Juhana Pettersson is now happily moored in the safe harbor of marriage. I have started to get trash mail addressed to Madam Juhana Pettersson. Miraculously, they have spelled the name right. The identity of the lucky man (or woman, since in Finland it’s possible for women to make honest women out of each other) is unknown at present.

However, by speculating on the basis of the mail received at our house, we get to know more. The two Petterssons living at 271 rue du Congo are Madam Juhana Pettersson and Monsieur Juhana Pettersson, so I won’t rule out the bizarre possibility that I’m now married to myself, at least according to Pierre la Forest, the implausibly christened individual who saw fit to spam me.