Living there - Suomi - Finland

	Kolumni: Parvekkeet by Asa Butcher Rakastan parvekettamme. Haluatteko tietää miksi? Se ei vaadi ruohonleikkuuta, siellä ei kasva rikkaruohoja, eikä siellä ole kukkia, joita tarvitsee kastella, tai puutarhahuonekaluja, jotka ka
	Column: Balconies by Asa Butcher I love our balcony, and do you want to know why? It doesn’t require a lawnmower, weeds don’t grow, flowers don’t need watering and the garden furniture doesn’t need cleaning because the only o
	Kolumni: Terveys by Asa Butcher Jotkut teistä ehkä muistavat, että viime kuussa minulla oli suunniteltuna matka Tukholmaan ja ajatus laivalla olosta täytti minut pelosta, ja alusvaatteeni jostain mu
	Columns: Health by Asa Butcher Some of you may remember that last month I had a trip to Stockholm planned and the prospect of time spent on board a ferry was filling me with dread and my underwear with something else. You will be relieved to hear
	Kolumni: Laivaristeily by Asa Butcher Ollessani noin yhdeksänvuotias koululuokkani teki projektityön Titanicista.Kyseinen projekti tunkeutui myös uniini ja eräänä yönä näin unta, että olin matkustaja tällä tuhoontuomitulla
	Column: Ferry Cruise by Asa Butcher When I was about nine-years-old we did a project about the Titanic at school. This class project managed to infiltrate my dreams and one night I dreamt that I was a passenger on the doomed ship. The story gets better
	Kolumni: Oudot Urheilulajit by Asa Butcher Eräs Kangasalan Sanomien juttu pisti silmääni jokin aika sitten ja se inspiroi minua kirjoittamaan oudoista urheilulajeista ja harrastuksista. Kyseinen juttu kertoi kanihyppykisoista, jotka pidettiin
	Columns: Newspapers by Asa Butcher A few months after arriving in Finland, we received a coupon from Helsingin Sanomat offering a free trial of their newspaper for two weeks. Free! Where do I sign? For a fortnight, we were suddenly awoken at
	Kolumni: Juhliminen by Asa Butcher Yleisön pyynnöstä olen päättänyt pyytää rakasta vaimoani, Päiviä, suomentamaan artikkeleitani, jotta tämän hienon lehden jokainen lukija voisi nauttia omitu
	Columns: Celebrations by Asa Butcher Due to public demand I have decided to ask my darling wife, Päivi, to translate these articles into Finnish, so now each and every reader of this great paper can enjoy my strange thoughts and opinions on a varie
	Column: Differences by Asa Butcher Last week on BBC News there was a story about an attempt to ban large stores from opening on Christmas Day and turning December 25th into just another shopping day. Apparently, Britain has fewer public h
	Columns: Apartments by Asa Butcher Life in England has once again stopped because of heavy snowfall. Schools have been closed, flights have been cancelled, motorists were told to stay at home and public transport was disrupted, all because of 25cms of snow.
	Kolumni: Erot by Asa Butcher Viime viikolla BBC:n uutisissa oli juttu siitä, että suuria myymälöitä yritettäisiin kieltää avaamasta oviaan joulupäivänä ja että joulukuun 25. päiv
	Four interviews by Mark Hayton My name is Mark James Hayton, I am a 23 year-old British citizen, I have a Bachelors degree with honours in International Business and I am currently working on a five week unpaid work placement at Helsingin Liiketalouden A
	Creating a business 1 by Thanos Kalamidas A year ago, I had the brilliant idea that due to the nature of my work it will be easier to be employed as a free license than as an employee. Now logic and former experience told me that the way to open
	Creating a business 2 by Thanos Kalamidas In the first part of my ‘creating a business in Finland’, I wrote about my first appointments with the business counsellors. I described my fight to persuade them that I’m not creating another grilli kiosk
	Married to a Finn by Alex Cross Having been married to a Finnish woman - Taina - for almost four years and living with (the same) one for almost seven, it leaves a lot to tell to others currently dating a Finn or for the Finns who are curious to know how
	My first sauna by John Pederson Sweating the silence all in a rowEyes strait ahead, never to or froThe rocks hiss, the heat consumesYet naked we sit in this small wooden roomA cultural practice, some say an art