Last night, arriving to the destination around 2am, over two hours later than the original plan (because the very problematic relationship between very low temperatures and VR) I thought that if I’d put up a travel company, it should be called Cinderella Tours.
Always catching the latests return connection at last minute. Ending up in delayed, cancelled or some other way complicated flight / train / whatever. But still winning, leaving the party on the highest point and getting the prince in the end.
Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me.
© Cheryl Strayed
Don’t get me wrong though; I’ll never learn to understand nor like the slow and poorly functioning Finnish trains.
For the world is movement, and you cannot be stationary in your attitude toward something that is moving.
© Henri Cartier-Bresson
Helsinki was great, freezing cold but beautiful and the Henri Cartier-Bresson in Ateneum was exhausting but thought provoking. And of course there were some dancing and laughter and burgers and beer. A nice little visit.
Helsinki oli todella kylmä mutta kaunis ja mukava. VR sen sijaan oli vain täysin jäässä.