Being afraid

The finns are very, very nice. They will help you out on public transportation. they are patient. They don't want to hurt you. The are polite. They are quiet. They are exrtemely law abiding.

They are also, in my opinion, terrified of foreigners. They are not quite sure what to do with them, and it's enough to have dark hair and eyes to be considered an outsider. There has been a lot of muslim immigration here, and accordingly crime and rape rates have gone up (some finnish guy told me that 40% of the rapes are being done by immigrants).

They are not quite sure what to do with all those people. they are just too nice.
so mainly they just sit there and feel a little afraid. they're smiling, but a little afraid.

occasionally you might know what people are really thinking about. for those of you who haven't followed my blog so far, I will say that it is when they are drunk.
One of my friends here hosted two turkish guys the other day. everybody had a few drinks, including the owner who, after a while approached her and told her that she and her foreigners are not welcome here.
she was a small hero, not leaving, and filing a complaint about him to some comity. but it's here, hatred is here as well.

It was Tisha be'av the other day, and I was walking around some forest outside of helsinki. I came across some building with a white wall.
well, not totally white.
A big, black nazi cross decorated its front.
I commented to my friend that "this is nice", and kept walking.
She then informed me that it was probably put there by young kids who don't even know what it means. After wondering about that, we have established that they probably did know what they are doing.
it's here, hatred is here as well.