Immediately recognize their language, is unmistakable as is the sound of the iron. They are beautiful, perfectly-matched pair, the features carved into the wood, earrings and clothes that already here in thirty years would be hard pressed to make, and they certainly have to be forty. The smile of the Finns is different from all others. It is a smile of recognition. There is no complacency, no arrogance, only the honesty to recognize that we are made in the same way, we share the same elements, which belong to the same family. They look nice does not provide anything in return, and nothing implies. When you move to make me get off the tram I thank them in their language. Kiitos, I say, and widen their eyes and make a slight bow.
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