Kuin sinnikäs kylähullu

En asettunut Juurettomaan. En pystynyt sulauttamaan juurettomuutta osaksi identiteettiäni. Jo sanan "identiteetti" etymologia viittaa pysyvyyteen ja jatkuvuuteen, sillä latinan sana "idem" merkitsee samaa.

Ehkä se olisi voinut onnistua. Muutos on ainoa pysyvä asia, eikä samaan virtaan voi kahdesti astua, sanoo Herakleitos. On nomadeja. He eivät voisi pysyä paikallaan. Mutta onko nomadinkaan onko muutos ei jatkuvaa liikettä pois tutusta, ikuista loitontumista kohti vierautta? Vai onko muutos sittenkin kehä, paimentolaisten, muuttavien lintujen, valaiden vaellusreitti, jossa maisemat ja toimet toistuvat ja tulevat yhä uudelleen vastaan, kuin sinnikäs kylähullu,joka tervehtii kaikkia vastaantulijoita riipumatta siitä, onko hän kohdannut heidät saman päivän aikana kahdesti vai kaksisataa kertaa?

Joka tapauksessa so long, arrideverci, hejdå, au revoir Juureton. Bonuksena englanninkielinen osuus for no good reason.

Mistään kotoisin

Olin viikon kansainvälisessä konferensissa - elämäni ensimmäisessä - missä keskustelin vilkkaasti ulkomaalaisten vieraiden kanssa. "Are you from Helsinki?" he kysyivät. "Nope, I live close to Russian border, in the lake district. I'm from the bush" vastasin. Tästä on rusaat sata kilometriä rajalle. Paikkakunnalla asuu vähän vähemmän ihmisiä, kuin konferenssin osallistujamäärä oli. Useimpina päivinä tunnen kaikki kirjaston asiakkaat nimeltä.

Facts you didn't know about me

1. I prefer eating alone, because I eat like a piggy. I use spoon and blend everything together. If I have companion, I usually can't really concentrate on the food unless we are good friends and can remain silent and avoid eye-contact.
2. I'm a worrier* I'd loved to claim that je ne regrette rien and, of course, there are certain/many things I don't. Even if I probably should. What it comes to socializing I keep wondering if people I've met actually liked me or merely just beared my companion.
3. I'm a flirtatious person. When I fall in love, I fall in love for a lifetime. I love now everyone I have ever loved. I think. In that sense you could say that I'm very loyal person.
4. Once there were a tom-cat in my life. He's name was Hiski. He had aristocratic face, lots of different voices and amazing semi-long-haired tabby fur, color of dead grass early in the spring. We loved him deeply and when he disappeared we mourned him as a close relative of ours. Six months later we found out that he had just moved to another place, had a new family and new identity. I was so relieved but could actually not forgive him. Ever.
5. I chose to live in a tiny village, 100km to Russian border, in the lake district of Finland instead of living 100km to Helsinki. Does that make me crazy? Yes it does.
6. Everyone thinks that coffee is my drug but it's not. What is? Won't tell. Ha ha ha ha.
7. When turn my head to right I see a stuffed bear. I have to look at it every day. I wonder if it effects the way I see life?

* Word History: Worrying may shorten one's life, but not as quickly as it once did. The ancestor of our word, Old English wyrgan, meant "to strangle." Its Middle English descendant, worien, kept this sense and developed the new sense "to grasp by the throat with the teeth and lacerate" or "to kill or injure by biting and shaking." This is the way wolves or dogs might attack sheep, for example. In the 16th century worry began to be used in the sense "to harass, as by rough treatment or attack," or "to assault verbally," and in the 17th century the word took on the sense "to bother, distress, or persecute." It was a small step from this sense to the main modern senses "to cause to feel anxious or distressed" and "to feel troubled or uneasy," first recorded in the 19th century. Source