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I remember the veterans. They came with their medals, their heavy coats, their stories that no one wanted to hear anymore. The world was moving too fast, too violently. One moment, Lenin’s statues stood tall, the next, they were being pulled down by cranes, their heads rolling like something out of a fever dream.
He is one of them—this man in the uniform, his chest heavy with ribbons. His body, too, is heavy with time, with the weight of a country that is disappearing beneath his feet. In his hands, the flag—the old flag, red as the blood of those who never came back from Kursk, from Stalingrad, from Afghanistan. He holds onto it like an old man holds onto a photograph of his youth, convinced that if he grips it tightly enough, it will not slip away.

Finland is the kind of place that makes you question whether society is actually broken everywhere else. It’s like someone figured out how to make life function smoothly, and then everyone just… agreed to go along with it. This is a country where things work not because people are terrified of consequences, but because it never occurred to them to cut corners in the first place.
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The thing about growing up homeschooled in an insular, paranoid household is that it’s not just about missing out on algebra or forgetting how to properly punctuate a sentence. It’s about never being equipped with the foundational skills that make existing in society feel like second nature. The kind of stuff no one thinks to teach because it’s supposed to be absorbed through osmosis—like knowing when to chime in during a conversation without derailing it, or understanding that birthday parties are for eating too much cake and not quietly wondering why no one ever invites you to theirs.
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1. Today at the grocery store, I saw this adorable little Asian boy. Maybe 5 or 6, waving and smiling to all of the shoppers, who waved back and said stuff to the kid’s parents like, “Wow, what a friendly guy!”
The kid’s parents didn’t say anything back. Dad turned away with a face like stone, cold and unsmiling, and Mom seized the boy’s hand roughly when he tried to wave at someone else, slapped it, and muttered something to him in irritated, angry Chinese.
And I just thought to myself: this is where it begins.
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So there you are, minding your own business, when some friend, coworker, old classmate, distant cousin, or guy from the gym who definitely uses too much cologne slides into your messages with an exciting business opportunity. It’s exclusive, it’s time-sensitive, and, for reasons that will never be fully explained, it absolutely has to be discussed over coffee. At this point, you have two options: decline immediately or lean into the spectacle, fully aware that you are about to witness capitalism at its most evangelical.
