I had just arrived in Finland and the sun was shining beautifully. Then I looked at my watch. Time 8 P.M! Something must be wrong.
Half an hour later, I checked the time. Besides, the sun was still out. Confused, I inquire from my Finnish host, who tells me that it is summer (it was cold) and the sun does not set until 10 pm.
Well, surprise, surprise. This was the beginning of a broken internal sleep clock. It took my circadian rhythm a while to adjust to life in the Northern hemisphere.
Finland: different but same
In Kenya, the sun rises at 6 am and sets at 6 pm.
This was my first time travelling outside East Africa, and my first ever on a plane.
Once my body clock was in order, I began to take in the sights and sounds of Finland: Home to the midnight sun, Aurora borealis, Nokia, and filmmaker Mika Kaurismaki.
I was in Finland on a month-long Foreign correspondent programme. The Ministry for Foreign Affairs invited 19 young international journalists, from 18 countries. We were in Finland to learn more about Finnish society and way of life. The programme included visits to Finnish giants like Nokia & Olkiluoto Nuclear Power Plant. And cultural sites visit The Real Santa Claus and excursions to Åland islands, and Lapland
Likewise, I was the only female representing Kenya, and Africa. The other African was a man from South Africa. As a group, we looked like a mini-United Nations.
During my first week after not spotting a neighbour in sight, I took it upon myself to make the first move. With this in mind, I knocked on my neighbour’s, a broad smile plastered on my face, ready to exchange some pleasantries. By the way, it took me about half an hour to compose myself and get my greetings right.
Remember, this was my first time outside Kenya, first ever sharing a house with ‘white’ people. After a couple of knocks, my neighbour opened his door.
He listened, his face contorted in mild annoyance, his door opened to an inch-wide crack. I only got to say hello, my first name before he shut the door in my face. I went back to my room, hanging my head in shame. In the four weeks that I lived in that dorm, I neither saw my petrified neighbour again nor did I knock on anyone’s door.
In retrospect, the poor man must have been reeling in shock. One needed an access key to get into the apartment, and he must have wondered how a Jehova Witness made her way in! Assuming, he thought I was Jehova Witness since they are the folk who get doors slammed in their faces, a lot.
Lesson learned. Majority of Finns are not as talkative as people from certain cultures. Finns may hesitate a little to interact with you, if like me; you poke your nose in their business.
Finnish obsession with Saunas
You cannot be in Finland and not notice the Finnish obsession with sweating in a sauna. Finns value their sauna rituals, and many will find an excuse to escape into one. For a country of 5,5 million Finns, there is a sauna for every 1,8 people. Do the math!
Our Finnish host explained to us that the Sauna is a respected place for peace and relaxation. A mecca for sweating out toxins and negative energy. Do not even attempt to bring intense discussions (conflicts) into the sauna. A Finn will kill you with a cold stare if you ruin their sauna vibe. Saunas are synonymous with what makes a Finn, Finn.
In a sauna, one must conduct (behave) himself as one would in church.
As if reading my thoughts on this curious thing called a sauna, which I have never seen or been to before. Our host went to explain the Finnish parliament has its sauna chamber, where MPs if they so wish, can debate. Politicians and diplomats conduct diplomacy in the sauna. The phrase ‘imagine everyone naked’ takes a very literal meaning in Finnish saunas.
At this point, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when the thought of a sauna in the Kenyan parliament crossed my mind. My country’s politicians are not the most civil on Parliament Floor. A sauna, in this case, would turn into a slaughterhouse.
Also, our host continued to narrate on Finnish equality in the sauna. There is no body-shaming in the sauna. All are equal, regardless of their age or size. And that is why almost all Finns are comfortable going to the sauna nude.
Did someone say nude? Yes, sauna’s are a nesting ground for respect and decency. I took this as a cue to get shed off my clothes and comfortable in my skin. The naked body, when outside the sanctity of one’s home, is vulnerable and human. As I sat in a 90C sauna with fellow journalists, I finally understood what the saunas mean to Finns.
It is easy for a foreigner to conflate the reserved nature of Finns with unfriendliness. But it is true that Finns take time to open up to foreigners, even to fellow Finns. The stereotype of Finns as cold, distant and shy does not apply to everyone. FCP attempted to demystify this stereotype by pairing us with a Finnish host family for a weekend.
Luck was on my side! I paired up with an incredible family living in Turku, a town on the southwest coast of Finland. Sara, the oldest sister of three, picked me up from the train station, and we formed an instant bond. She was a fellow journalist and world traveller. Her sister arrived the same day from Helsinki, and we took off to their quaint summer house by the lake.
Further, into my adventure, I was welcome with a trip to the sauna. We sat there in the misty semidarkness, naked, talking about life. The smell of wood was filling our nostrils and sweat escaping our bodies. I could have sworn that I knew these girls from another lifetime.
After sweating it out in the heat, we skinny-dipped into the cold lake. Theirs was a private, suburban, beach. Sara insisted that the hot and cold extreme was good for blood circulation, and an endorphin rush.
My host family treated me with more hospitality than I had ever received in my life. They took me as their own and took me out to Quintessential Finnish spots. They treated me to a classy meal of snail soup ( Escargot) when I told them of my fear of snails). I tried to be polite by eating a spoonful without tasting. First and last time I tried snails. Some things are best left untouched.
Saying goodbye to my host family was not easy. They had welcomed me into their home and embraced me as their own. I left knowing that love, compassion and friendship have a universal language.
I came to homogenous Finland a villager but left feeling like a global citizen. Something about the way I perceived myself within the confines of my race changed. I became more open-minded and sensitive to people from other races and cultures.
All in all, Finland left an indelible mark on my life and changed my worldview.
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