I’m in Oulu, northern Finland, with my family. We’re at my sister’s godparent’s place in the middle of the woods. They’ve got a dog and a cat and huge stoves to warm up the house, a big kitchen and lots of good food. We came here to relax, and we’ve already gone on long walks in silent forests, eaten well, drinken well and done nothing special. But somehow, the only thing I feel is missing the skyscrapers in Brussels, the sounds of Helsinki city center, the mix of languages in London, the laugh and happiness felt in Rome and the spontanity and openness of the people in Belgrade. Can’t help it, I am a big city person.