Suomalaistutkimus: Koronavirus leviää sisäilmassa jo pelkällä puhumisella. kuoroissa kaikki kollisan.olation, lockdown, belonging
Jen Stout
Jen Stout
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May 30 · 12 min read
When lockdown came my world had already shrunk to my four walls — 23 March actually widened that world to a tenement stair and the people in it. It brought unexpected happiness — and threw ‘normal life’ into stark relief.
Since I left the isles and began a restless, strange decade, the most painful disappointment — the sorest lack — was always community.
I think the word’s barely useful any more: overused, cynically deployed, woolly. Perhaps it prompted a silent groan as you read it — permission to write this off as earnest and dull. But I know what I mean by community, and it’s not the stuff of Blairite policy initiatives, or diversity checklists on a funding application.
I was spoilt, utterly: both hellish lucky, and hellish unfortunate. I grew up — as Alastair McIntosh so beautifully puts it — held in the basket of community. Mine had about 80 people, spread around 20 or so crofts; it hardly seemed to matter to which I was related; they were welcoming homes with people as dear to my as my ‘own’ kin. Stories going back generations anchored you to the people, and to the land itself; you were caught up in a net woven around you that felt very old, and very safe. For a child it was paradise, it was everything. A whole ordered, coherent little world, spread out beyond your kitchen window in a neat patchwork of fields and crofts, hill and cliff, one mile by three.
läheltä on viime aikoina löytynyt mielettömän kauniita luontokohteita, joista en ole kuullut aiemmin, vaikka sentään harrastan luontoretkeilyä. Tässä taas yksi, Liimanninkoski Muhoksella. Näistä sietäisi kertoa enemmänkin, uskoisin että moni turistikin tykkäisi!