Most people seem to take pictures only at their holidays, and at birthdays and when someone marries. That makes for an odd archive of your life, doesn't it? Likewise most news, and a huge portion of blogs focuses on accidents and large disasters. No, i don't think we should pretend there aren't problems, but this hung-uppedness of the tragedy of life makes for a very odd archive of our lives, doesn't it?

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Anonymous said…
i am happy you are back. waited a long time.

sally
10:31 am
larjanko said…
Thanks! it was your comments that made me want to blog again. I promise to try and improve my posting frequency.
7:48 pm
Anonymous said…
Dear Johanni,

it has been almost 2 months since i enjoyed the soft sand of the little beach in lauttasaari, the one below the path towards little mokki houses.. one evening i was there alone and took my sandals off, feeling the sand between my toes, when a lady walked by and asked if i have lost something..her dog was also looking at me and wanted to play. I told her what i knew to say in finnish: Ei. Kaunis and pointed to the horizon. I think she understood and smiled. I miss that so much, the view, the wide sea separating me from my country and making me believe one day i will stay in Lauttasaari forever.
Thank you for deciding to write, and i have noticed you have put photos in your blog, and when i looked at that sunset it made me feel so sentimental..
Please write more, tell me when the leaves begin to fall off the trees and the first rain beings, it will make me cry because i am not there to see it, but tell me anyway..

Sally
2:48 pm
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