Hunger.

During the past weeks other people's lives have become mine. Mine has been on hold.

I have sat in a dark tent, mixing salts into drinking water and establishing communication with a dying person.

I have thought about other people's lives and how someone's will to live is so strong that they're prepared to die for it.

I've sat next to such despair I could've never imagined existing and learnt so much about life, humanity, solidarity. Society, law, order. Justice, peace.

I have been deeply hurt and disappointed of the system, state and politics. Deeply moved by individuals.

Met people who will always be there.

Two weeks supporting hunger strikers. A couple of days of mediation and negotiations. A week on a hunger strike.

I am humbled.

Jakamattoman ihmisarvon ja ihmisoikeuksien kuolema Suomessa.

This is when the human dignity died in Finland.

Ja koska laki ja byrokratia on Suomessa pyhää, ei siitä saa edes keskustella.

Saatikaan, että ihmishenget joskus menisivät lakien edelle.

Bureaucracy and laws are holy to this nation, no conversation is allowed.

Tähänkö huipentuu suomalainen hyvinvointivaltio ja epäonnistunut maahanmuuttopolitiikka - kahden ihmisen hitaaseen kuolemaan koko kansan nyökytellessä hyväksyvästi päätään?

Will this be the grande finale of the Finnish immigration policy? Starvation of two people while the whole nation silently agrees?

Hävettää olla suomalainen.

I'm ashamed to be a Finn.

Christmas bobbles.

Last Christmas we did some crafts with the volunteers. The centre had a Christmas open day and it turned out to be a huge political question as some of the volunteers claimed they weren't volunteering "to make Christmas crafts". However, I enjoyed it, got addicted, got some friends addicted and now, as my granda asked if he could burn the old Christmas cards in the fireplace I told him off for even thinking about such nonsense. And this is the nonsense I ended up spending several days on. And then my brother's girlfriend joined in. And then my brother. This is addictive!

Arkista aherrusta.

Perjantaina oli kertakaikkisen pimeää. Sytytin vaot aamulla toivoen, että päivä valkenisi. Ei valjennut.

Eilen vein kynttilän hautausmaalle ja piipahdin ystävien uudessa kodissa.

Tänään olen leiponut pullaa, iltapäivällä on ystävän kaste- ja konfirmaatiojuhla. Viimein minusta tulee kummitäti.

Viikot vierivät arkisessa aherruksessa. Luentopäiväkirjaa, esseetä, suullisia ja kirjallisia esityksiä, tenttejä. Tulee ja menee.

Life rolls on, studies keep me busy.