Night time in Lauttasaari. Wind shaking the last leaves from the trees. Cosy feeling. Where are you and whate are you doing?
For years i felt like i belonged to some other place. I was born and grew up in Göteborg, on the west coast of Sweden. My father is Swedish, my mother is Finnish. I grew up with my mother, and i always identified with her Finnish roots. Every summer we went to Finland, i learned some (not much) Finnish, and felt like i belonged there.
Turning 20 i decided to move there. I went "home", or so i thought. I quickly discovered that they did not much care for me there. My family relations there were not especially happy to see me, nor did they keep much in touch. The swedish speaking minority was not very open, to put it mildly. I thought we would through a common language be able to communicate, but i soon found out that there was not much in common there.
In short, it would take years to adapt. Hence i have done exactly that, and found a place for me. Now having lived in Helsinki for close to 18 years i consider it "home". But as i walk these streets i realise i am no
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Anyhow, i have been to Lauttasaari just yesterday, and returned to my country...some of the leaves have still remained on the trees, maybe just for me. It was a wonderful time, wonderful days, makes me so sentimental and nostalgic thinking of it..
When i read what you have wrote and how you described the nights there on the island, it all became alive in my memory, thank you for that.
Sally