Like Finn, nine days after summer, it’s our last day. We are late – when the sun never sets the truth and the sky only becomes a dark aura. We play a round of Malkki with Juha-Matti. “This is a simple game,” he laughed, “that’s why it’s hard, especially after several bears.” He laughs, then added, “but it is a game of 99.5 percent of the fins in the summer” “
Malky reminds me of bowling but you play it out with smooth wood sticks. You drop your stick (‘molake’) to throw the numbers (kyakt) of the numbers. If you have a hit you will get the points in the pin; If you shake even more tightly you will get the number of pins at the top as a point. If you miss twice in a row you are out. The game first won the game to reach 50 points. If you go, you are back at 25 points.
It’s fun, but we lost in the end. Looks like our goal is needed in Finland. At least girls are not quarrelsome-Since none of them won. We finish the day with a traditional finish dinner of smoked salmon served with fried vegetables and try to hering with sized potatoes, which are prepared by the mother of all Jews. We enjoy the scene as the kids try to go to the lake as the sun tries to go down. It’s quiet Just like I imagined my Finnish summer would end.
At the airport shop, my little girl pressed a wooden coaster in my hand. “It smells, mother. It smells like gold.” So we buy it. To bring home a small piece of Finland. Now, just a whiff, and we’re back.