Viisisatakaksitoista miles long, he meanders through Finland from the Russian border to the Swedish Baltic Sea near the border. A very wise river, because he can almost visit Lapland. Maybe he does not know that he is also an attraction. Although, for the Finns, he seems a walk is not necessarily to be worth it or are simply too few fins for the 512 miles. At first we were on it, on the river and the end of April. Meanwhile, you sit completely undisturbed for the longest time observed on its banks and the changing play of colors, the clouds and sun hold on the water. The water is cool but not ice cold. You can dip your feet warm and they behind on the rocks again. The waves appear due to the changing shoreline to beat in the opposite direction than they would walk past each other. The wind does the rest and brings even more upset a few waves and also ensures the right noises.
In short, why I'm actually back home? Even with the ants, I made a pact, we let each other alone. The queen warms up after their winter sleep, because in a few days they will start laying eggs. And head stillness and chaos simultaneously.
At the end I say goodbye it yet, but probably only because I know I can come back. Every day. Until the day comes when it no longer does. Then there is only one thing: Find the Kemijoki in Berlin ...
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