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Rediscovering your roots

First of all, sorry for the posting break.  I was in London this week due to work.

A couple of months ago I discovered that there are some blogs specialising in offering MP3 downloads of old vinyl records you cannot find as CDs or in any other medium anymore.  My surprise was enormous when I found they had some Pérez Prado vintage albums.  He was a mambo musician that was very popular in Mexico City until his death in 1989, and I have to say his music reminds me a lot of the city were I was born, even though I didn't like it before.

Seven years ago

I arrived in Finland, and the sky that welcomed me looked just like the one in the picture: blue with shades of pink. This is where I became an adult and a professional. Here is where I've paid my taxes and matured. It wasn't easy, but I definitely don't regret it.

I don't know what life will bring next, but now I'm more ready to take it on.

Of sunsets and sunrises

Sunsets always make me think of new beginnings.  Ever since that salmon-coloured one I saw years ago on the plane that took me to Finland the first time, sunrises don't make me melancholic, but hopeful instead, as there is a sunrise after every sunset, and the day after today is what one makes of it.

It better be good.  If it isn't, just smile, it makes it easier.

The border guard

As frequent readers of this blog and anyone who has seen my Flickr profile know, I do my fair share of travelling, both for leisure and due to my job. Therefore, I do have my own personal and very subjective "ranking" of border officials, as not all my trips are within the Schengen area. The story I want to share with you happened last Saturday, when we were coming back from our honeymoon.

Since the Czech Republic is outside Schengen, we had to go through normal border procedures when we returned. As I don't have a European passport, I can't go through the fast line, but I'm used to answer a couple of questions from the guards, who after all are just doing their job. The problem this time was, as often is when I come home, that I had another overzealous guard. Even though the conversation was in Finnish (which should be enough indication about what follows), I had to answer plenty of questions about my life in Finland, the length of my stay, my employment, my ties to the country and so on (regardless of the fact that, of course, all my papers are perfectly in order and all my personal information is available to said individual through the government's databases).

The straw that broke the camel's back, as they say, was when said individual said "So, if you have so good Finnish-language skills and you've been living here that long, why don't you have a Finnish passport?".  Which is simply because I don't fulfill the requirements just yet (which is another long, sad story).  I understand that these people are doing their job, but I I usually have less problems entering Germany or even the UK, where they should be much more worried about security threats than in Finland.

I love my wife, I really like my job, and I also deeply appreciate the house we have, so it is ridiculuous that I have so many hurdles every time I'm returning to Finland, which at the moment is where home is.  If this is the way the country wants to attract a highly educated, tax-paying immigrant workforce, it is in trouble.

QotD: [this is home]

Where do you consider home?  Is it the place you grew up; the place you're currently living?  Why is it home?
Submitted by uncagedbird

Home is not a place, it is wherever I come at the end of the day, where I live with my wife happily.  At different times it has been situated in Atizapán de Zaragoza, Helsinki, Espoo & Brussels, but the most important thing is that we're there happily.

The kid that knew about mobiles

In Prague, while enjoying the they at a restaurant in the middle of the city, I couldn't help but eavesdrop in another table's conversation. The reason for my behaviour was a 15 year old kid that, after seeing my N95, started to talk about the state of the mobile industry in his country. I was amazed not only by his level of interest, but also by his expertise on the subject. In fact, he knew much more about the situation in his local market and was visibly a Nokia fan.

After seeing his enthusiasm I just had to ask him what his age was. After he did so, I commented that if he would like to work in our industry he should probably study a couple of subjects. It was nice meeting a fan of what you do for a living.

All together now

I have to confess that there was one thing I truly dreaded about our wedding: having my Mexican and Finnish friends and families together in the same place. Why, you ask? Simply because I know that cultural differences were bound to arise, especially between the less culturally-sensitive on both sides. My fears proved to be unfounded and rather stupid. On the contrary, it truly was an occasion to remember for the right reasons, everyone partied as if there was no tomorrow and in the end everything went extremely well.

 

Maybe I shouldn't worry so much. Or maybe everything went so well because we worried.