Nov 17, 08: Gate 29
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Still in Terminal 2, only this time in Helsinki, my city of birth. My city.
The city with the green trams, the hockey arena that smells like a real hockey arena, and the city of the park where I played with my son like my parents had played with me some 30 years earlier.
But now, Gate 29 is calling for me.

The city with the green trams, the hockey arena that smells like a real hockey arena, and the city of the park where I played with my son like my parents had played with me some 30 years earlier.
But now, Gate 29 is calling for me.