at home

When looking out of the train window in the morning there’s no trace of snow. All of the winter fairy-tale has disappeared.
We look in Kiasma how an Icelander plays guitar in bathtub and kids photograph everything with their phones. Then we make some planned and some un-planned circles in the centre of Helsinki. City centers tend to be full of tricks.
On the ferry is it peaceful this time. The only excitement is an announcer with a very wavy sentence melody.
back to the train

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