Saturday 26 July 2008

The of Finland - The worst of Finland


First of all, a piece of news: Henna isn't able to join Tampere University and will be back to Dublin. I have the feeling I'll se the eccentric Irish capital again soon.





Then, the few international readers may forgive me, I'll give my temporary evaluation of Finland - but in
 Italian. The few non-english speakers who read this blog are anyways probably finnish.

Il meglio della Finlandia









L'estate:
I fiori sbocciano, il vento diventa tiepido ma non troppo caldo - come in italia. Le giornate sono cosí lunghe che si fondono l'una con l'altra: luce, luce! La notte é annientata, il cielo non é mai nero e cupo. Ogni ora é buona per uscire, mangiare, festeggiare, mai per dormire!
L'estate é una poesia tiepida e accogliente, luminosa. D'estate una fresca birra Finlandese é il meglio, accompagnata da un festival musicale o dal semplice svago, il giaciere in una foresta o su un lago. Condurre una barca sulla sua morbida e splendere supeficie, camminare sotto antichi e magnifici alberi, sul grasso muschio. Guidar
e una bicicletta nelle sue pianure. I finlandesi, finalmente liberi del winter blues (ma non del grugno) si fiondano nei loro mökki e nelle saune a legna, in mezzo alle foreste.

Bacche:
D'estate vengono i grandiosi "marjat": le bacche. Fragole e lamponi ma anche i piú esotici lakkat, i lamponi artici, o lindonberries, cranberries, fragole selvatiche, more, mirtilli, ribes... in quantitá enormi, liberi per tutti da essere raccolti sul suolo pubblico e congelati, per essere gustati durante l'inverno.
Non dimenticheró mai la dolcezza dell'estate finlandese. Un capolavoro per coloro che hanno un cuore soffice.
 
Laghi:
Il lago é una delle principali caratteristiche fisiche della Finlandia e un po' un centro spirituale della nazione. Sul lago si passeggia d'inverno, sul lago si va con le barche e si annega durante Juhannus, attorno al lago si fa il "kokko" (faló) e si mangia makkara. Dal lago si pesca e attorno al lago si fanno passeggiate. Non c'é nulla di meglio di una foresta riflessa sulla superficie di un lago.

Foreste:
La Finlandia non é che un
 grumo di piccole cittá e villaggi sparsi tra foreste e laghi. Certo, in Italia possiamo vantare tanti piccoli paesini sparsi, ma la struttura é diversa. In Italia abbiamo le grandi repubbliche marinare, le cittá industriali, i paesi di montagna. Anche i piú piccoli centri sono aggregati di origini medievali, sul picco di una collina per difendersi.
I villaggi finlandesi sono uniti solo dal nome. Sono solo case di legno sparse casualmente pre una foresta. Non fatevi ingannare dagli enormi palazzi di Helsinki o Turku: al di fuori della cittá c'é sempre foresta.
Le foreste non sono distese di pini piantati dopo la deforestazione, o bassi, cattivi e impenetrabili fratte di arbusti e serpenti, ma nella maggior parte vecchie foreste, ampie e incredibili di abeti e betulle; atte
nzione perchè ci sono ancora alci, orsi, scoiattoli ed ogni animale! Ma anche funghi e frutti di bosco (vedi alla voce:bacche)

La neve:
L'inverno sará pure buio e freddo, ma che gioia andare con lo slittino! E la luce riflessa sulla neve, camminare SUL lago, bianca freschezza ovunque, dove correre, sciare o solo stare in casa a guardare i bianchi fiocchi...

Politica, welfare, riciclaggio:
Tutti riciclano; se p
orti a riciclare lattine e bottiglie prendi soldi indietro; l'ambiente é protetto; lo stato da case a coloro che non ne hanno, e soldi ai disoccupato (24€ al giorno, mi dicono). C'é molta energia alternativa, i politici non sono corrotti fino all'osso. Molte cittá forniscono connessione Wireless gratis. Le strade sono sicure, le persone vivono tranquille; anche troppo.

La Musica:
I chitarristi finlandesi sono veloci, molto veloci. Ma non solo. Non c'é bisogno di essere mafiosi come gigi d'alessio o raccomandati come i gazzosa per suonare. Le band hanno i loro spazi, e nessuno ti dirá che sei un
 cretino perché dopo i 20 anni invece di mettere su famiglia suoni.

Il Traffico:
Se vi piace guidare rilassati la Finlandia é il posto per voi. Su le cinture, frecce attivate e luci accese. Si rispettano i limiti e i semafori, nessuno ha troppa fretta, e comunque le strade non sono mai affollate. Un sogno per i viaggiatori.

La libertá:
In Finlandia la chiesa conta nulla, anzi, ci si puó anche "disiscrivere". Puoi avere figli senza essere sposato, andartene di casa a 18 anni, convivere, sopravvivere, con persone di qualsiasi sesso ed é tutto abbastanza normale. Ma il natale con i tuoi!
Puoi ascoltare "la musica del diavolo" e va bene, girare vestito male, non importa. 


Il Peggio della Finlandia:









Architettura:
Le cittá finlandesi sono brutte. Ad eccezzione di qualche bella chiesa ed antico edificio a Lappeenranta, o il castello di Turku e Hämenlinna, la cittá é fatte di larghe strade e alti blocchi di cemento grigi. Sará perchè sono italiano, ma per me edifici storti, antichi, pieni di storia, diroccati, tondi, ovali, a casaccio e colorati sono la norma.

Alcohol:
"Alko", i negozi monopolio dello stato per la vendita dell'alcool é il centro della vita finlandese. Senza una bottiglia di Kossu (38%) nell'armadio non si vive. Ci vuole almeno una birra dopo la sauna. Ai matrimoni si beve piú di quanto si mangia. Non sará come l'irlanda, ma la Finlandia é una nazione che ama la bottiglia: l'incubo di ogni donna finnica é il marito alcolizzato.

Metodo:
In Finlandia c'é un modo giusto per fare ogni cosa. Qui ogni cosa é efficace, grandi lavori fatti con il minimo sforzo e massimo rendimento, ogni cosa pulita e pronta all'uso. Ma quanto é divertente fare le cose a modo proprio, sprecando tempo ed energia?

Timidezza:
Sará il winter blues, sará fisiologico, ma i Finlandesi troppo spesso nascondono il proprio mondo interiore, nel silenzio che caratterizza la nazione. Molti sono gioielli nascosti.


Considerate questa come una bozza. Ci sono tante altre cose in finlandia, belle e brutte, che mi verrano in mente solo con il tempo o che forse non sapró mai.

Hail, Munin.



Sunday 20 July 2008

the meaning of life - don't overdo

I planned and indeed started writing this post as quite philosophical, claiming that traveling for real - no turism -  is a good way to understand that what we take as eternal truths are nothing but a faded image of the world seen by a blind man from a tiny hole in a wall. This was going too far away though, and I'll keep it on paper, as I'm doing with much of the stuff. I may publish it all later on this blog.




 A CALL TO ARMS
Being an ex-erasmus in not only about erasmus: I shall now answer to my call to arms, or two actually:
-I believe I'm going to subscribe as an "erasmus buddy"; what does this mean? I'll be in charge of a drunkard asshole foreign student coming to Macerata, and help him finding his way -to the pub- in this completely weird country.

- There's a contest for ex-erasmus students, which involves using movie, photos, text and basically anything to explain their experience. My photos have been sucky and I have no recording (or 'footage') therefore I'll try to join with my diary.


the meaning of life - hometown, homeland.













The whole modern human society is based on one single basic mistake: that a man shall have only one home that he owns.

Therefore he shall protect his home, use and abuse it, and no one can enter it; thus he has to endure it if the winter is chilly or the summer too hot; thus comes that he shall expand it further; thus he shall buy, conquer, steal and hoard items and treasures, and keep them for himself; thus comes that upon his death his sons must bring forth this task.

Are swallows so foolish, after all?










Hail, Munin

Thursday 17 July 2008

100th post! - Kate Havnevik

The title was meant to be just "kate havnevik" but then I saw it was the 100th.
Kate Havnevik is a norwegian female singer. She had been in a lot of different styles and genres, but up to now I only had the chance to listen to two tracks from her (back then) recent album, "unlike me" and "timeless". I didn't want to talk about the music in itself but about what that music means to me.
I discovered her just for instance during random surfing (despite the shroddy internet connection) when I was in Ulm, and downloaded for free these two songs...
I was astonished how dreamy and enchanted these atmosphere were. Ulm, my first city, the snow, my small room, at the top of a typical german house (i'm not sure about a precise definition for the kind of building in this case), in sight of the münster and a nice view over the inner city roofs, the cold breeze, the nights and the walks along the city, the food, the smells, the small discoveries, the straßenbahn stop in the early morning and the nice tune of my morning alarm, the unknown language which made everything harder but more miserious, and Havnevik with her wonderful music. I felt happy for every step I made in the cold. I felt in a wonderland which in Huggin and Muninn's phantasies is called Norway or Scandinavia, even though I think it's probably nowhere but our spirits.

Everything was perfect and I had a life on my own, deciding for every step, the room was my nest, even tho somebody else could have seen it as a dark lair. Everything was delicate cause it was deeply me. My room and that music, my room and the snow, myself and the streets. I was sorrounded by and of myself. After some time, which was incredibly short - just a month or so, but felt like a life - I started to lack something: a guitar in my hands, a hug every now and then, a person to take care for. Yes, that's loneliness, but a very feeble one. I didn't look for my italian friends for a few weekends just for coincidence, which eventually I did. And then I met her. And everything changed.
The world which was still and silent like in a snow bowl started spinning fast and fast and my frozen heart respawned and the music changed: it was time for chikinki.
But now I'm going too further.

Everything was too short, the time for myself and the time for chikinki. 
Only 5 fucking months. Never doing it again, too short time.

Thursday 10 July 2008

The travels of Munniver

I' sorry for all the (imaginary) readers of this blog, for not having time - or means - to share my extreme experiences in the country that recently won the "most eccentric country" award: Finland.
I've been here for... several weeks, lots of time and yet not enough. My knowledge of finnish advances very slowly, partly for lack of time, but mostly for the characteristic of the language itself. Every time I learn a new word, or grammar feature, I find out later that I was mistaken, or the word is right, but it has 7 other more often used synonyms. Learning a language has seldom been more frustrating.
The other habits still surprise me, or I surprise them; for example, Jaakko was amazed, impressed and disgusted when he saw me putting salt on salad.
Salt and oil, is there anything more basic for a salad?
And there is a lot more. What about, for example, the silence? It seems to be a law in here, that I actually don't dislike - and as every rule is often broken by teenagers. I could spend hours describing the perfectly hygenic lack of hygene; no matter what they do, finns are always healthy - except for lactose allergies.
I should post a few pictures, but, well, they are on the other account now. I suggest to everybody who has a facebook account to check them there.
All the time I've been moving. After Lappeenranta I came back to lahti for one single day to leave again for Helsinki. There, after 2 days I departed for Turku, where the Ferry to Mariehamn, Åland, was. Together with Jaakko we went on a short trip with the motto "Knights & Dragons". Don't ask me why.
After enjoying tax free shopping, wonderful scenery from the sundeck, terrible wind on the sundeck, we reached the glorious capital of... Åland.
The city is tiny but quite pretty, a weird little island, in which finns can fell "half-foreigners".
There's not too much in Åland, but beaches, bird poo, ships and tiny forests should keep you busy for some time.
Then we faced another too early departure, this time towards the capital of... Sweden!
I have to say - finns, forgive me -  I loved Stockholm. There is so much to see and to do; the capital seems massive, its city centre comfortable and huge: looking from the channel, you can see a wide wide city, or so it seems. Don't think of New York, that's way to  big, but in Stockholm, there's free air - except in the small tourist venues of the Old city - everywhere. There is room for people. And toilets are expensive.
There is an entire small island for museums and a park, a Tourist could spend weeks in it. We only had tim to visit the Vasa museum and it was great.
By chance, we had the two sunniest day of the summer... so that the city looked even happier and warmer - Helsinki feels quite the opposite.
So, long story short, I ran out of time. I'll try to write again soon....

BWOOOOOUU - INAPPROPRIATE!!!!

Saturday 5 July 2008

Birmingham by surf


A friend of mine is going to Birmingham in a couple of months. He's going there with an international mobility project within university and a company. Lucky he is!
Not that I'm fond of Britain but must be a great experience. After all is exactly the same experience as I did, just coordinates change: the country, the person, the company.

Another friend of mine just ended up the bachelor degree and I'm doing that in a couple of months too hopefully, so an idea rose to my mind: why don't we all go there?

That's exactly the kind of sudden ideas that fade in a couple of minutes. Anyway I surfed to Birmingham and exactly to the local university site. I roamed an hour maybe on internet to seek infos, images and tastes. 
When I was a bit younger I was used to just take a map and fly to that region with my imagination. I usually chose dolomites or other mountain regions among Italy. Now I look a bit further the italian borders, but I'm still doing the same, and I soak the same juice. I think I like to travel that way as much as I do really travelling and organizing real travels...
For the whole morning I felt in Birmingham, between the thick red bricks of the campus and the typical british spring air. The hot summer was not there anymore for a short time.
Living abroad is a different thing than travelling. I'm still willing to do both.