As I stood in the car,
Traveling from the airport to Oulu,
I could hear the radio,
Where the speaker
Was speaking in finnish;
I could not but notice that foreign accent,
And those repetitive sounds,
In every two syllabuses
Of «tt»
And «kk»
It is needless to say,
That I could not understand one word;
It is in that moment though,
That I was seeing the language
In its essence;
Seeing the language for what it is;
A set of sounds
That are not connected to anything or anyone;
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Author:
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- Published: June 22nd, 2025 15:52
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