This picture combines two things that make me very happy. My sister, and the sea. My sister has recently moved to Helsinki, a small village located two days from here by horse. It’s nearly impossible for us to meet nowadays, and talking to her by telegram is just not the same thing. My sister and I are very much alike, but at the same time we’re about as different as two people can be. She’s light, I’m dark. She’s pretty, little children run screaming from me. She turns gay men straight, and I, well you know what happened to my first boyfriend. When we were young we fought horribly, and thought of ever more creative ways to try to kill each other, including but not limited to very sudden and impressive stair dismounts, death by dog, using the blades of ice skates to sever fingers, biting, clawing, pulling the brain out via the hair and blaming everything that ever went wrong on the other sister, hoping for the mythical death by mother to happen.
It didn’t. We both survived, and we became best friends. We talk about everything, and laugh about even more. We’ve spent so much time talking to each other that we understand each other even without words. She’s a fantastically artistic person and a very talented seamstress. She’s my best friend and whenever she’s around, my heart swell with happiness.
I love you, little sister. *
