Helluva night in Helsinki

ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF HELSINKI, situated inconspicously between the business district and a malodorous immigrant bazaar of garbage strewn streets, where scavenger dogs lie stretched out in the noonday sun, the visitor encounters a strange art deco-esque building around which a soft purple haze seems always to linger. I had reached my destination. The White Peacock Tekke.

When aproached by the editors of "Drencrom presents" to seek out and do a report on the notorious Lodges and social clubs of the Subjinns, I must admit I had no clue where to start, but being in dire financial straits I took on the assignment. Soon thereafter, I found in my mailbox an unsigned invitation to a gathering of so-called Subdervishes.

Upon showing my invitation through a porthole in a massive undecorated door, I am quite casually allowed to enter the structure but not before I am seduced to buy a fez.