my new friends

"do italian archers just shoot? I mean, is it their job?"
"yes."

The guys that shoot for the finnish national team go shooting at 6 in the morning. At 8 they have to leave to go to work - the real one.
After work they go again shooting, helping eachother with the training.
"I have worked myself on my technique" explains one. He must be proud: his shot is beautiful to see and his results are excellent.

It must be difficult to be an analyst or an auditor during the day and a good archer during the night. But passion gives strength. And it makes dreams come true.

I absolutely love cooking.

It feels like preparing a potion or like making art. I especially like to use colours: sometimes there is some yellow missing or sometimes some green would fit with the rest of the ingredients. Today I made an onion pie. I happened to put red, yellow, green and white.

But it must have been smelling good, since SOMEBODY got interested:

The meaning of the yellow traffic light (in Milan)

Hei dude, make the tyres screech and go!

While looking at the moon, it can happen to stumble over a pebble

I still can't believe that I am finishing university. It sounds weird. It sounds as if I am finally going to become an adult. It feels like jumping into something you don't know.

[....]
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink ;
Water, water, every where
[....]
*S. T. Coleridge

Questions questions everywhere! And everything feels dipped in uncertainty, in a moist of dreams.
Is this fear of growing adult? I guess sometimes things sound more complicated than what they really are.

Another home.

It is funny to realize that I know Helsinki better than Milano.
It has been nice to go to my former workplace and meet everyone there, go to my favourite shops and realising that people there start to know me and welcome me with a warm finnish smile. In the metro, I just read my book and realize that I don't need to pay attention at the names of the stations: I just go out automatically. I'm not feeling too cold and tomorrow I'm seeing a friend for lunch. The first friend I have made here, who has not seen me for 3 months but that has started to jump towards me when she realized it was me who rang the doorbell.
In the supermarkets, I know what is the brand of toilet paper or of detergent that I need to buy.

Does this all mean that I am ready to call this place home?

colorful death

Orange and yellow and red and green and brown and blue. I love this explosion of colors. I love the autumn in Finland.

P.S.:

soon departing to Helsinki.