Ashes to ashes an dust to dust.

Jan. 18th, grandad has been death for 6 yours now. Time passes. Season come and go. Before I went to Finland, I spent nearly a whole afternoon at his grave, just sat there on a bench in the weak warmth of a midwinter’s sun. It was porbably one of the best talks I had in all my life. Though there were no answers, I felt listened to. I felt he understood why I had to go. He understood that for me going to Finland meant to close a circle. A circle that needed to be closed, because he couldn’t finish it himself anymore. One more thing: I met one of my teachers from high-school, surprinsingly enough she’s has been visiting this page. I guess I wasn’t exactly the most talented person to be taught italian. But then I still liked her a lot and it was just good to see a familiar face once in a while. (are you reading this?)

I believe.