It’s early morning in Helsinki, and it’s a mad rush-hour commute. Well-heeled women and tall finely dressed men float along the loose-gravel sidewalks and effortlessly traipse ice sheets while they make their way in and out of the Central Railway Station.
Above them two sphere-holding statues, frozen in time, stand guard and look out onto the city. I wheel my suitcase down the road leaving a trail of wheel imprints in the fresh snow as I quickly shuttle past trolley cars that whiz between the neoclassical buildings. Shopkeepers unlock their doors to reveal countless shelves filled with must-have fashions, got-to-buy-mom gifts, and warm rice-filled pastries.
I try to follow my directions carefully written in both Suomi and