The small village of Haikola was deemed
"lacking perspective" by soviet authorities in the 1950's, and thus
promptly emptied of people. It is hard to imagine having grown up in western
democracy in this day and age that the state could dictate where one could live,
and even worse, that one had to move from a place where one's family might have
lived for generations.
It was a quite village, and we saw no
one, save for one drunk in a house, who was in charge of guest accommodations.
His friend had already passed out, and we deemed it an unpleasant thought to
stay in their place for the night, so we thanked the man and went on our way.
The scenery was at the same time
beautiful and somber. The houses seemed well taken care of, but lacking people
one could feel, for lack of a better way to describe it, the presence of death
lingering around.
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