I miss the place of
rye bread and saunas
the place of cross-
country skiing,
Joulupukki and
rice pudding at
Christmastime,
home of a thousand
lakes, birch trees proud
by their sides, and
what about the
people? with sisu
and independence
their silence conveys
more than the meaning-
less words of those
who talk simply to
hear their own voice
This is the place of
creators: marimekko
and pulla and love,
Deep inside of me I
feel a pull towards the
place whose heritage
runs in my veins. It is
true, maybe I have
never been there, but
Finland is the place
I long for the most, the
one place I miss as if
it were my home.
