Jarmo,
What beautiful prose to wake up to. I have been moved. I have not reach the wonderful picture yet.
These words are hauntingly simple, evocative and clear. They make me think back of my impression of Franz Kafka's opposte world, a dark functionary run laberynth of oppressive offialdom dystopia!
'When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself changed into a monstrous cockroach in his bed.”
That is bleak! (Juat a "Penguins editition" translation!
Yours is lined to the past, enjoying the present and open to an endlass optimistic future.
My roots lie deep in the Lappish soil, watered by the Simojoki river.
Asher