Usually I enjoy a lot of my walk from home to office and especially my return back home. Passing the beautiful opera-ballet building reminds me about my home city Helsinki so much.

Today my return walk was again just great, a lot of sun and shadows... as long as I saw this unlucky rat.

I have been trying to analyse why I dislike the dead rat.. is it only because it is a rat? or because it is dead? or is it because it is a dead rat? hmmmnn.. what do you think?