Saturday, 21 November 2015


I am again building christmas, as I have a photo shoot on monday. But this time I can leave whatever chrismassy I produce, as my house is part of the traditional Christmas houses that welcome visitors two weekends in december.

Today I made a gingerbread house, or rather a cottage. I drew the parts myself as I didn't want a palace, or I don't think I could manage a palace (!). So a cottage was what I planned, and I am pleased with the outcome. I decorated with anise and left it slightly rustic.

My house smells heavenly...I think part of my Christmas spirit comes from the scent of gingerbread.

So, here we go. Christmas has arrived in my house.

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

A grateful pediment

I think it is so important to occasionally stop and look at what we have, we who live in a world of abundance. I do not want to take things for granted, especially not the love and friendship I am so generously blessed with. I want to enjoy it, feel I am worthy of it all.

A few days ago my darling L surprised me with the most beautiful bouquet of red roses.

Tack min älskade!

The light is so odd I haven't been able to take a decent picture, so instead here are a few parts of a pictureseries (of five pictures), playing the somewhat cruel he loves me - he loves me not, on my kitchenwall. These ones are "beacoup" and "passionnément".

And my cornercabinet now has a pediment. It needed something on the top, as it was very "squarish", due to the restrictions regarding my heatingsystem. So, I had this wooden scruffy and broken pediment found a few years ago in the trash. It was broken. I first found the larger part and later the same day, I found the missing bit! Oh my, I am such a waste-collector and container-rat at heart, but occasioanlly these finds come in handy. So did this pediment. It was broken, but my woodwork crafting skills do not extend to this sort of fine woodcrafting, so I haven't been able to mend it properly, but maybe that is part of the charm, that I in fact do not mind having slightly broken items in my home. The one funny thing is the size of fits perfectly on top. The cabinet was built according to the existing door and the heating-system.
It was very scruffy, but it has been cleaned and I painted it the same white as the cabinet itself. I was a bit scared it would turn out "shabby-chic", a trend I am not at all fond of. The trend is to paint everything white and then make it look worn and old. It has left plenty fine furniture painted white and nobody wants to purchaise them...just look at online markets, lots of whitepainted antiques up for sale!

The sun is out, and it even played with the pediment.

Sunday, 15 November 2015

Birch tree

I attended a workshop this weekend, where we crafted of brushwood (of birch tree).

I have previously made birds, this time I made flowers and leaves.

I have no words for what has happened. I have been informed all my dear ones in Paris are safe.
We must not give in for hatred, nor fear. We must work and strive for peace.
Please take care. Love.

Friday, 13 November 2015

As if time stood still

Last night, the clock to the left was ticking along (I had moved it slightly, and due to that it started ticking - I do not wind it as the ticking is so loud!) but when the ticking suddenly stopped, it was a moment that both me and Muru (my cat) noticed, as if time suddenly stood still.

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend! Remember to give yourself gentle thoughts, especially now when it is grey and dark, true November, light- and weatherwise.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

A painted rug

Last spring, me and my colleague Kaisa and our students, painted rugs on the pavement along a street called Alexandersgatan, in our town. A really fun and appreciated project, the passersby stopped and talked to the students when they painted. And we were greeted with such warm and kind words. Our students felt they were part of something special.

I was so inspired by the project I then decided to paint a rug in my home. So I painted it a few days ago and here it is:

I have round rugs in my kitchen. I had already decided I wanted to paint a round rug on the wooden floor. I used acrylic paint, as I didn't need a lot of paint for this project, I didn't want to buy a lot of expensive paints. I topped it off with two layers of varnish. And yes, I am fully aware that it will be well worn, but that is part of the charm, that it will be worn.

Oh, that reminds me of a story I heard on the radio many years ago. About the Unesco World Heritage Site, The Verla Groundwood and Board Mill.
There was a woman called Maria Mattson who worked at the mill, her job was to sort and weigh paper and she worked in the same spot for more than half a century. Her step pattern being almost the same the entire time, there is a trail in the wooden floor of her walk, two steps to the right, place the paper on the scale, two steps to the left, place the paper in a pile. Apparently she was almost blind by the time she ended her long career at the mill, but she managed to continue her work as she knew her way. Little did she know, Maria Mattson, that her footsteps made history.
If you are curious to see what she looked like, click on this link, there is a photograph of Maria Mattson. Wearing the traditional headscarf of working women of her era.

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Autumn with Melody

It sure has been a very mild autumn, blimey, at times it has been as warm as in june...

But now it has rained for a few days, most leaves have fallen from the trees and it gets dark really early. Time to lit lots of candles. This is a favorite of mine, the cast iron pipe, by finnish Samuji.

Time to wear wollen socks, drink tea and listen to Melody Gardot.

Sunday, 8 November 2015

Well what a weekend!

Yesterday my dear friends Jossu and Jaska arrived and after a few hours on our own, we joined our other friends Kaisa and Tuomo at their wonderful home, and had a sort of before-party, we then headed to a bar called Ölvin to see a band called Antero Raimo & ovet, a really lovely crazy band. Their music is a combination of old and new, some clezmer and gypsy sounds. But what charms me is the lyrics.
What a fun night, with lots of dancing and laughter.

Today I travelled to Helsinki to meet up with my friend Tiia, we had lunch and then saw Tabu at the National theatre. I loved it. What an experince! Tero Jartti and Seela Sella on stage and Jaakko Kuusisto as musician. I cried at times as it was so beautiful.

Fathers day and my gifts were well appreciated. So there, if you want to treat your loved ones for christmas with a gift that really matters, remember the charity-shops.

Wishing you all a wonderful end of week! Remember to love!

Friday, 6 November 2015

Fathers day

This sunday it is Father's day.

I give both my own dad and my darling L, a swarm of bees. From Refugee aid. According to the site, beekeeping gives refugees in Uganda the opportunity to earn a living, ranging from the purchase and care of bees to the collection and sale of honey. Gift covers a hive, a swarm of bees and glass jars for the sale of honey. The management of its own beekeeping strengthens confidence and brings the whole family economic stability. Sounds great doesn' it?

There are similar aid-shop in most countries, give a present that matters. I have previously given school-uniforms for girls (enables them to attend school), goats, adopted wild animals, planted trees, bought rainforest...

  Above are my herbsigns. Time to pack away summer for this year. These are my own, but I sell similar at Ninitchi. I also take orders. 

Wishing you a happy weekend! Have you seen this? It is so beautiful.

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

I simply love this melody

And because of that, I'll send it to you on this wednesday afternoon. My dears, may I present Arvo Pärt Spiegel Im Spiegel.

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Well hello November

This autumn has been so mild, so beautiful in colours and rich in light.
I took this photo during the week. I love the light.

We had a date with L yesterday. I got to suggest what to do. So I baked a lemon and poppyseedcake. It is sooooo delicious, and if you want to try it out, here is a recipy. It takes about one and half hours to bake and cool it enough before you can eat it, so plan in advance. But it is a very special and delicious cake, so if you want to make any occasion a little special, this is one way to create it...

I packed cups, milk, honey, Earl grey tea, a lantern, the cake and dressed warm and we cykled out to the shore. It sure was appreciated. And I enjoyed it tremendously too. I love this man so much! Luckily he is as romantic as I. He enjoys these small outings, sitting in candle-light, wrapped up in blankets, looking out at the sea - watching the world turn off the lights, while drinking hot tea and eating delicious cake.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, life is good. Thank you universe, I like you!

Take care you wonderful beautiful people out there. Spread love!

Saturday, 31 October 2015

...I wonder where I left my bike last night?

When I came home last night, my house looked so cozy with it's lights. So I decided to take a picture.
It was far more difficult than I first thought as it was so dark. And the result does not resemble reality.

Friday, 30 October 2015

About racism

I have previously written about racism and about white privilege.
Yesterday I read a good article (in finnish) by The black female experience. She nails it, the use of the N-word. One of the commentators replied "I'll share and regret to still have to justify the matter". My words exactly. I cannot understand that in 2015 we still have to argue and justify the matter. My parents are elderly, they would never ever use the N-word. So to justify the usage by saying that the elderly use it because it is an existing word, that describes a coloured person and has no racist undertone. BULLSHIT! The word is simply racist. And how there is still a majority of people who obtain the right to use it, after all the debate and objurgation.
Many declare they use the word in an ironic way. What in the world could be ironic in the N-word? Others declare they would never use it in the company of a coloured person. So that means the person using it, knows it is an offensive racist word, but still use it - how double standard is that?
But the worst cases, the ones that use it and cause an outrage (what did they expect?) and then go all martyr about it. Oh how they felt they were violated when "told off". How ignorant! But how does a person like this really think? You use a word that is racist and offensive, someone tells you it is not correct to use the word, even goes as far as to justify why and you feel violated. There's something not quite right here. Oh poor little white racist victim, you feel violated but still feel the right to use the word and use it whenever there is a chance and contribute to the maintenance of a racist culture. I find it very selfish and ignorant to go martyr about a matter that can not possibly violate the person using the word, how about all the coloured people who have to deal with racist attitudes, racist comments and live in a racist culture. On a daily basis.
It is about our racist culture, how we are used to beeing the martyrs, the victims, in matters that we have no actual indication. It's about power. It's about white privilege. 

Why not use words that are respectful and loving? Why not contribute to a culture of acceptance and tolerance.

Lets all work together, to create a society, a world that is filled with love and respect!

I have publicly taken a stand against racism, for ex. on facebook. And have started to receive the most horrific messages. One person hoped I would burn in hell but before that he wished I would be raped and killed by refugees. What an idiot. He had been trolling on a fb-page and I reported his trolling to the admins, this was his very mature respons. I do not take these assaults personally, but I do prefer to share them.

Thursday, 29 October 2015

A cocky eggholder

We buy locally produced ecological eggs, directly from the producer. So one needs an eggholder for such treasures, right? I found this shabby scale at the fleamarket today. For a fiver. It is perfect in size, both perfect for where it stands on the windowsill above my kitchencounter and the tray fits my monthly portion of 15 eggs! So a perfect match all in all!

Thursday already! Soon I am going to beat a certain darling L in badminton!  We play every thursday. Great sport. And I get to be a bit cocky, hih! It's part of the fun!

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

There's just something about letter scales...and namedays!

I collect vintage letter scales, I have about eight I think (they are still packed!!!). There's something about letter scales, I am fascinated by how they are built and how delicate they are. They are rarely used these days. 
Found a broken letter scale at the flea market, it had a missing top or "lid". So I made one out of a tin form. This one escorts an origami Kusudama flower.

Yesterday was my nameday. Nina Ninotskaja Ninushka Ninni Nidi Nippe Wivi is what I am called. My darling L surprised me with a lovely card and lots of red roses. We enjoyed some cake with fresh berries. I am so spoiled! Lucky lycky me!

Sunday, 18 October 2015

An autumn break

I have a short autumn brake from work. It is in fact lovely to have a few days off. But my mind seems to not comprehend that days off do not automatically mean it is saturday or sunday, hih! Yesterday I thought it was sunday, so I was so surprised to see so many shops open, on a sunday, blimey!

I was supposed to hold a workshop in how to make Kusudama origamiflowers yesterday, but only three had signed up for it, so earlier in the week it was cancelled. (I wouldn't personally mind only three participants, but the organizers, a local institute, have a policy not to go through with workshops and courses with less than 7 participants).  So I had nothing planned for the day. Did I spend the day well? Yes I did.

I started off by attending a celebration held nearby at Loviisan Kappeli. The owner, Airi Kallio, was nominated Entrepeneur Woman of the year 2015. There I sat in an antique sofa, surrounded by the beautiful decor and lovely people and two wonderful dogs. Next to me sat an old acquaintance Maija. She even performed a few songs. She asked if I knew any fleamarkets in the neighborhoods. So as I didn't have any plans, I offered to take her to the fleamarkets I know. One is located away from town, so we jumped in her car and drove off. We sang all the way and returned emptyhanded, hih! What a fun afternoon! Maija is a wonderful singer and teacher. Here is a wonderful song, not recorded yesterday,  I love it. The poem is by finnish poet Aaro Hellakoski, one of my absolute favorite poems.

Later I started to feel a little munchy so I decided to grab someting to eat in town. I headed to a small and cosy café called Runda munken and enjoyed a cup of chai-latte. I decided not to have anthing to eat as I remembered that I in fact had food in the fridge...what a brilliant memory I can tell you!

I then worked on a few small own projects and felt very pleased of how my day turned out.

Universe, I really like you! Thank you!

This painted rug on the pavement is outside the café Runda munken. Part of a project me and my colleague Kaisa and our students took part in last spring. We painted rugs on the pavement and the street looks so lovely. Even when worn as this one.

Friday, 16 October 2015

Lov-aid and addiction

HERE is a poster for an upcoming charity consert I've had the honour of participating in. Unfortunately I am unable to attend myself. But I really recommend this event, the team behind it is wonderful, the artists absolutely fantastic! I know for sure this consert will be wonderful and warm, please join us. A warm welcome!

And then on to a completely different subject. Addiction. During the week I posted THIS article on fb. So many people commented, as they thought it was an eyeopener for them. And it also made many feel saddened. It sparkled of some good conversation reagarding the outcome of this sort of addiction. Many predicted this addiction will lead to many more divorces. As couples drift away from each other- this is an easy escape (for the lazy especially!) when real life encounter, especially in relationships, need presence. In fact it is a necessity. And the effort is needed from both counterparts. If the other chooses to close you off, choose to escape to a virtual reality instead of spending time with you, there's very little you can do.
Some commented they had friends who complained their spouses were far more interested in the virtual world than real everyday life with them. And that for some it mattered if a hotel had Wi-Fi, when choosing a hotel for a common holiday. One couple had split up after a common holiday, as the husband had felt so terribly dissapointed that his wife needed to update her blog during their holiday. Because apparenlty she updated on daily basis and he had thought that this holday would make them re-connect again. I have heard of similar amongst my friends. I think I would feel let down too, if my darling would choose to spend time virtually whilst we were on holiday together.

But look at the expressions on their faces. The way they keep their heads down. This must have an impact on how you feel. None of them look happy. Is this what we look like, in the blue light? Most probably.
The kids. Oh my. I have heard kids don't learn to speak as parents don't communicate with them anymore. Kids also miss out on the encounter needed for emotional growth. That makes me even sadder. This must have a larger impact on us humans, the turning away from each other, looking down...
Some commented this is due to laziness. That because we are lazy we choose to be social virtually instead of having to deal with the demands of real encounter. That this is the same laziness as can be seen everywhere else in the world. The lion does not hunt for food unless it is hungry. But what hunger has the human for real life encounters? And what will this sort of laziness in humans degenerate into? Fascinating and also scary. I also think about what level of understanding this leads to. How people often read and interpret whatever they themselves want to, and misunderstand the point of context, when only opposed to written and not spoken communication. I know many persons whom never argue and never communicate in a dialogue, unless they can write their reply, as they feel insecure to talk about their personal things. They edit their written reply, but at the same time, they edit out all that makes them loveable and humans. They edit out insecurity and vulnerability. This often leaves the other person left out, as there is only statements, monologues but no dialogue. In order to communicate, on a deeper level, you need to show your insecurity, your vulnerability, let the other person hear and feel as you speak.

I am happy I can turn of my phone. Luckily I don't need to be online daily. With this I do not want to come out as a better human, I am not. I am just trying to be aware and challenge my own addictions. That is why I during my holiday in Greece in august, chose to not log onto internet at all. It was great. I did it later the next month. And I shall continue to do so, as to challenge myself.

Monday, 12 October 2015

Waffles and christmas

So, the waffle-season started during the weekend. We are such a good waffle-team, I make the dough and L fries the waffles. With whipped cream and raspberry jam. The best combo ever!

Christmas. Well a wee bit early. No in fact far too early! I built stillebens as I have a christmas photo-session in my home this afternoon.

I decorated gingerbread. I decorated oranges with cloves. Made Kusudama origamiflowers.
The scent on the veranda is wonderful, but there's something not quite right...the light, it is perhaps too light. It's not the same light as during Christmas. Well simply because it is still autumn.

I do enjoy Christmas. But not yet.

On sunday we cykled. In beautiful crisp weather. In sunshine. Life is sooooo good.

Sunday, 11 October 2015

"There is nothing for you to take away from this world. You have come to give."
 -Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

Friday, 9 October 2015

Be aware! Silliness alert!


I made a little very silly film for my darling. Yes I know, I seldom share how much I love this wonderful man, but since I made this little friday greeting for him, I decided to share it with the world.

Wishing you all a happy weekend!

Monday, 5 October 2015


Blimey, I haven't updated in a while.
Just so much going on.

I spent last weekend with my dear friends Hibah, Eoghan and Elizabeth in London. We have been friends for years, since I first lived in London in the 80's. And friendship has lasted.
What a wonderful weekend! Flea markets, delicious food, long walks in Hyde park, lovely talks and lots of tea. The skyline of London is very dear to me. The chimneys, the sound of the trains, the air, the language, the mix of people, the tastes and the scents.

My feet are tired. My heart is bursting with love. Thank you dearest Eoghan, dearest Hibah and dearest Lizzy. I am a spoiled having such wonderful people in my life! Lucky me!

Wonderful Hyde park
 Well, the day I took this picture, it surely was Saturday 3rd of October
I passed through Camden market on Sunday. These shades in the ceiling looked lovely. 

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Oh! Ah! Oh!

I have planned to build more storage, well, with the confidence from building the corner cabinet in the kitchen. So now I purchased the door. It's an antique window. The lace I bought about a year ago, for this purpose, to find the perfect window to use as a door for storage...


I bought it at Strömfors, from a fantastic store called Roseborg, for antique windows, doors, floor boards...They even stock paint and other useful bits and pieces for old houses. And the location, well, it's worth a visit just for the location.

Monday, 21 September 2015

Kätilö, Ingrid Bergman, Hanna B.

Last week we saw a finnish film called Kätilö. A warflm. Gooooood I am soooooo tired of finnish films about the war. But, this was different. First of all, even though there were war sequences, they were short and the film wasn't based on them. And secondly, the story was told from a different perspective. And also, little did I know about the war in Lapland. We, L and me, both thought it was worth seeing.
We also saw the film about Ingrid Bergman. I was slightly bored and a bit dissapointed as it was mainly a lovesong for her. Yes, she was wonderful, but what she did in her life, those were not easy matters back then. She chose to follow her heart. She divorced her first husband and left her daughter, when she fell in love with Mr. Rosselini and moved to Italy and had a new family. She was hated in the american media for what she did. It cannot have been easy to leave your own child. Then she left Mr. Rosselini and her children in Italy and moved to live in Paris with her third husband, Lars. All her children spoke of her in almost a glorifying way, and it was repeated several times how they adored their mother. Even though at times her eldest daughter Pia, said things like "Why didn't she want to live with us?" and she even wrote about these matters in her letters, but the documentary never grasped these issues, they were merely mentioned. But also, we learned that Mr. Rosselini threatened her with killing himself if she took a filmjob in america. It cannot have been easy to live with a person who controlled her in that way. It was also just merely mentioned. I am not interested in seeing only the smiling faces of pretty people, I want to see the hurting, the hard work, the hidden bits.

Then I saw a dance perfomance at the National theatre, my colleague Hanna Brotherus and her soloperfomance Hanna B. There was bread and red shoes. And words. And happened to be at the same performance as my dear friend Kristjana, she comes from a country were they speak a language I adooooore. Icelandic. I saw a theatre perfomance years ago, an icelandic group, called Vesturport perfomed Romeo and Juliet. It was sold out in London (I worked there at the time) and then the following summer it came for the Tampere theatre festival and I managed to get tickets for it. Oh my. I wanted to lick all the actors mouths as what they spoke, how they spoke, when they switched to english, then back to icelandic, oooooh, it was soooooo wonderful! Here is a link to see pictures and some videos. If you don't know what I mean, listen to Björk.

I think this is soooo lovely. Drama-helmi. Ihana.

 It is raining and feels like after I blinked, the seasons changed. It is autumn now.

The weekend

Ah bless. So many lovely people I've spent my weekend with.
On saturday there was an event for all the house-people who took part in the open house event, Lovisa Historiska Hus, in the end of august. We don't have time to visit each others houses during the event, so it's a nice chance to meet up, dine and exchange thoughts.
This year we travelled to Strömfors bruk (Stromfors iron mill). 
 What a lovely evening it was! 

On sunday we enjoyed a crawfish-party! We had hats, we sang and enjoyed snaps (I hardly ever do!!!) and wonderful crawfish. Two very pleased and happy persons cykled home in the mild september evening. Life is good!

Friday, 18 September 2015

Whom should I thank?

Yesterday when I came home, a lovely bouquet of flowers were placed on my stairs. But there was no note nor a card. I do not know whom I shall thank.
So I thank the universe until I find whoever is guilty. Love!

Have a wonderful weekend dear friends!

Thursday, 17 September 2015

Lucky lucky me!

I've said it before, I'll say it again. I am born under lucky stars!
I seldom take part in competitions. Now I did, as the prices were so wonderful and something I have wanted! Lovely Anna Malmberg at Norhern delight-blog had a competiton and you could win wallpaper from Mr Perswall. I won third price!!!! Can you believe how lucky and happy I am!!!!

Tusen tack finaste Anna och Mr Perswall!

  A detail of the wonderful wallpaper I won.

Friday, 11 September 2015

Wishing you all a happy weekend!

Thursday, 10 September 2015 it's almost ready!

A little hook for the lock on the door is missing, but it's on the way!

But now the rest is ready and things are moving in.

And as L said, in a week we will have forgotten the times when there was not a corner cabinet. One gets used to the changes so quickly!

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

Almost ready!

My cabinet is almost ready, just need paint. I am going to paint it the same colour as the walls. I am not going to paint the door, I scraped it off paint during the weekend. Many of you might go, well daaah, of course you're not going to paint the door as it is perfect the way it is! But a few of my fb-friends were worried last night, hih!

Here is a picture of the door pre-scraping.

And now, dear friends, hold on to your hats, here is the cabinet pre-paint:

And look inside!

I am sooooo proud and sooooo happy! It turned out just the way I had pictured it in my mind and wished for. JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Monday, 7 September 2015

Spoiled rotten?

YES I AM!!!!!

Look what my darling surprised me with!
A RED toolbox. It´s perfect!!!! I even dreamed about a similar one, a few nights before. Odd isn't it?

Lucky, lucky me!
Tack älskade!

Saturday, 5 September 2015

How to help

My friends have asked me to write this post, as to give ideas and useful tips on how to help with the refugee crisis.

I am by no means an expert, I have been actively involved since my childhood. My parents have been active in the matter since the early 70's. We have had refugees staying with us, sometimes illegally. I can write about it now as these people are now safe and it is many years ago.
My family has been a "host" family for refugees and immigrants for many years, now there are short-courses available, if you are interested. What you do is, you introduce a newcomer to the "system", the culture and to get started, become a friend, someone they can rely on for advice and help. And do ordinary things, go to the grocery store, the library, cook, dine, go for walks, pick berries, lend your sowing machine,  play football, invite along when you do things with your friends. And if you choose, you can also help with bureaucratic nonsense. A jungle not easy to get through!

It is vital to choose a way to help that suits you. I am socially gifted, so I have chosen to use that skill. I have hosted numerous finnish-language "clubs" for immigrants, to be able to communicate is vital. I have also hosted kniting groups for immigrants.  And since early childhood, regularly given of the things I can spare. And helped others find a way to help. As a child I felt happy when every year, me and my brother, were asked to choose from our toys, something to give to a child who has very little or nothing at all. To clean the toys and wrap them as gifts were also fun. I think that procedure has meant a lot for me, as I think one does not have to be rich to be able to help, you can share what you have.

If you choose to help financially, here are a few links in Finland that my finnish friends can use:
Katastrofirahaston lahjoitusnumerot, puhelinsoitto:
0600 12220 (20,28 € /puh. + pvm/mpm)
0600 12210 (10,01 e + pvm/mpm)
Katastrofirahaston lahjoitusnumero, tekstiviesti:
Lähetä tekstiviesti SPR numeroon 16499 (15 € / tekstiviesti)

Other similar help-organizations can be found globally.

If you want to help in other ways, use facebook. Be bold and ask. There are numerous fb-groups that are active near you. Don't feel let down if someone already has started a project you had in mind, remember, it is better to use energy and resources  together and no point in doing it all by yourself. So let down your pride, this is not a project to get involved in to boost your ego or to make others see what a helpful kind soul you are. Most people want to help out, so don't seek your halo here. I write this, as there are people who feel they never get thanked enough for their input and work. The thanks comes in other forms, believe me.

Try think about the people who come. There are teenagers, interested in similar things as teenagers are globally. We are more alike than different!

And, you can always become a voluntary worker, there is always something or someone who needs your help. The best way is to contact a local centre for refugees, and just ask "how can I help?". There is urgent need of help in sorting clothing and toys. But please do not contact the centres for information you can find elsewhere. All the workers at the centres are BUSY with their work trying to find and organize shelter.
This is a good link, though it needs to be updated (!), for information (in finnish):

It is good to remember, if you would like to organize an activity, nothing can be organized at a centre for refugees, as there simply isn't space for it. So any activity should be organized in other premises. Ask your local church, local sportsclub...

In Helsinki and many other cities in Finland you can get involved in for ex. teaching women to ride a bicykle. It makes life so much easier. Here is a link to how and where:

It is also good to intervene when bullshit or rumours are spread, trolls and racists like to spread negative rumours about refugees, and they spread them as facts. And it is also good to know what to say when people start wabbling on about how we first should take care of our own. Or how we should help people in their own countries. Send them or hand them the number to sms to the red cross, that should shut them up. And intervene when people make jokes about immigrants, when people make racist remarks. INTERVENE!!!!

But, the most important way to help is to be a good friend, say hello and make someone feel welcome.

Let's do this together. And remember, on the 12 of September, Europe says welcome: European day of action for refugees. More information on how to get involved check Facebook. If you want to get involved in Finland, please get in touch with me per e-mail.