~* two candles in the window *~

My first and deepest memory of Finland's independence is from Zambia. Every year, on December 6th, we'd gather around the radio, trying to hear any word, any sentence, from President Kekkonen's independence day speech amongst the relentless static. And even though I was so little I hardly understood the meaning of independence, the President's speech felt terribly important. Although we had no phone lines, no newspapers, virtually no contact to Finland, we had that static and (with very good imagination) a word here and there. We had two candles in the window. It was enough to feel like home. ~*♥*~