What to do when you’re so heartsick you cannot write. When all your close friends are so very far away. And you were the one who chose to come to this city. So very far away from all of those friends. It’s difficult to form new relationships over and over. “Late” at night, listening to the foreign air conditioning hum. Do you remember how dry … Continue reading Hum

Sometime after midnight in Helsinki-Vantaa

We’re chasing each other – the girl in the red hat, and I – the old man waving his hand in the air conduct while you whistle. Close your eyes, sink into your own little world – hum like a bee maybe that of the hotdog stand finished serving the last rush of customers, with a swoop and a scoop. Bustle back to the tarmac, airport … Continue reading Sometime after midnight in Helsinki-Vantaa