And here I am in Parikkala the village of my birth. To meet my lovely parents and grandparents. I have been breathing this fresh air, walking in old graveyards and skiing in snowy forests. Healing and receiving strenth from this soil, trees and lakes in place where I have born and lived allmost 20 years.
It's so enjoyable to listen my grandmothers stories. Her rich life, full of colours, sadness and joy. Listen that wonderful karelian grammatic what she is using in her language. And hear the laught sparkling on air and see it same time in her eys. That is healing.