Our story starts as they often do in classical literature.
From a black Volvo, waiting for two passengers wearing latex next to Järvenpää’s railroad station. It’s a bit cliche as stories go, but please bear with me.
It was a beautiful day in the springtime of Finland – an uncommonly warm day in the middle of March.
This year’s snowfall was absolutely humongous, pardon my French, and nobody’s experienced so much snow since before the Winter War.
The temperatures soared at 15 degrees Celsius, which is pretty much an average Finnish Midsummer forecast.