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I wondered what the island of Iiuoto looked like.

Always satisfy my curiosity has been my line of conduct.

So I went onboard of a taxi-boat in Hakaniemi.

It took me Est of Helsinki, all the way to the island.

I ask my friend :
– How did this huge rock on the island get here?
– The Ice Age brought all those rocks, he says.
After the ice had covered all it broke here and there, pushing rocks and shaping the landscape.

Early morning the next day I go for a walk on the rocks that have been here since the Ice Age or earlier.

The colours.
The sounds.

The feeling of the stone under my feet,

of the sun on my skin,

of the infinity in front of me.

I write an adventure in the shape of a song.

I pack.

I am ready to go back home. …..
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