At last

It's been a month already since I came back to Finland from Germany.
And it's a shame how I failed to finish the blog, but there's an excuse: there're certain things you can not express with words and there's the rule of life in a few words "living in the moment".

Germany helped me to find the way out of the cave, broke stereotypes, changed opinion about myself, inspirited and welcomed new people in my life.

Wolfenbuttel and Braunschweig remain in my memory.
Actually, I have the paper-draft of the last days from the International Summer School, but somehow, I feel like to leave them closed. Sheep at the Nuclear Power plant fields,  Fun House club, rainy Berlin, the lion-cat in Braunschweig, and "free cakes" from the museum - it's all now a H-I-S-T-O-R-Y.

At last.

The Poetry of D.H. Rumsfeld

The Unknown

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
                                                           Feb. 12, 2002

Afternoon,
Helsinki
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