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  • Now that I live in Africa, I get glimpses of what Finland looks and feels and smells like in the eyes of an outsider. I love the smells of Finland. Thanks to my fellow Finn Jari Järvelä for making me think about it.

    Today I remember what it smells like when I lie down by the lake after a swim. Cool dark smell of the lake water on my skin, the sharp aroma of wood smoke from the sauna chimney. Something smells faintly of tar, maybe the old row boat on the shore. The smell of the forest is a mix of pines and other green things, of moss and earth and of things sprouting and growing and ripening and withering and rotting, all at the same time, somehow still a clean smell.

    Today I am missing home.
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