+15°C This is as warm as it gets in Finland, so we'll start here. People in Spain wear winter-coats and gloves. The Finns are out in the sun, getting a tan.
+10°C The French are trying in vain to start their central heating. The Finns plant flowers in their gardens.
+5°C Italian cars won't start. The Finns are cruising in cabriolets.
0°C Distilled water freezes. The water in Vantaa River gets a little thicker.
-5°C People in California almost freeze to death. The Finns have their final barbecue before winter.
-10°C The British start the heat in their houses. The Finns start using long sleeves.
-20°C The Aussies flee from Mallorca. The Finns end their Midsummer Celebrations - autumn is here.
-30°C People in Greece die from the cold and disappear from the face of the earth. The Finns start drying their laundry indoors.
-40°C Paris starts cracking in the cold. The Finns stand in line at the hotdog stands.
-50°C Polar bears start evacuating the North Pole. The Finnish army postpones their winter survival training awaiting real winter weather.
-60°C Korvatunturi freezes. The Finns rent a movie and stay indoors.
-70°C The false Santa moves south. The Finns get frustrated since they can't store their Koskenkorva outdoors. The Finnish army goes out on winter survival training.
-183°C Microbes in food don't survive. The Finnish cows complain that the farmers' hands are cold.
-273°C All atom-based movement halts. The Finns start saying "Perkele, it's cold outside today."
-300°C Hell freezes over. Finland wins the Eurovision Song Contest.
1. Every takeoff is optional. Every landing is mandatory. 2. If you push the stick forward, the houses get bigger. If you pull the stick back, they get smaller. That is, unless you keep pulling the stick all the way back, then they get bigger again. 3. Flying isn't dangerous. Crashing is what's dangerous. 4. It's always better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here. 5. The only time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire. 6. The propellor is just a big fan in front of the plane used to keep the pilot cool. When it stops, you can actually watch the pilot start sweating. 7. When in doubt, hold on to your altitude. No-one has ever collided with the sky. 8. A 'good' landing is one from which you can walk away. A 'great' landing is one after which they can use the plane again. 9. Learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough to make all of them yourself. 10. You'll know you've landed with the wheels up if it takes full power to taxi to the ramp. 11. The probability of survival is inversely proportional to the angle of arrival. Large angle of arrival, small probability of survival and vice versa. 12. Never let an aircraft take you somewhere your brain didn't get to five minutes earlier. 13. Stay out of clouds. The silver lining everyone keeps talking about might be another airplane going in the opposite direction. Reliable sources also report thatmountains have been known to hide out in clouds. 14. Always try to keep the number of landings you make equal to the number of take-offs you've made. 15. There are three simple rules for making a smooth landing. (Unfortunately no-one knows what they are.) 16. You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck. 17. Helicopters can't fly; they're just so ugly the earth repels them. 18. If all you can see out of the window is ground that's going round and round, and all you can hear is commotion coming from the passenger compartment, things are not at all as they should be. 19. In the ongoing battle between objects made of aluminum going hundreds of miles per hour, and the ground going zero miles per hour, the ground has yet to lose. 20. Good judgment comes from experience. Unfortunately, the experience usually comes from bad judgment. 21. It's always a good idea to keep the pointy end going forward as much as possible. 22. Keep looking around. There's always something you've missed.. 23. Remember, gravity is not just a good idea. It's the law. And it's not subject to repeal. 24. The three most useless things to a pilot are the altitude above you, runway behind you and a tenth of a second ago. 25. There are old pilots and there are bold pilots. There are, however, no old bold pilots.
Bon, les enfants, il est maintenant temps de parler de ce qui se passe à Joensuu en ce début d'année 2006, déjà bien entamée. Ce deuxième opus de 'Jef&Adi en Finlande' a repris le 9 janvier par un ...
Pour ceux qui veulent en savoir plus sur les Finlandais et leurs mode de vie, nous ne pouvons que les encourager à la lecture du très bon livre de Philippe Guicheteau "Courrier de Finlande". Entre humour et analyse persipicace des us et coutumes finlandais, l'auteur nous immerge dans son univers de professeur de français émigré en Finlande, sous forme de lettres adressées à son ami.
Ma liberté, Longtemps je t'ai gardé Comme une perle rare, Ma liberté, C'est toi qui m'a aidé A larguer les amarres Pour aller n'importe où Pour aller jusqu'au bout Des chemins de fortune Pour cueillir en rêvant Une rose des vents Sur un rayon de lune
Ma liberté, Devant tes volontés Mon âme était soumise Ma liberté, Je t'avais tout donné, Ma dernière chemise Et combien j'ai souffert Pour pouvoir satisfaire Tes moindres exigences J'ai changé de pays J'ai perdu mes amis Pour gagner ta confiance
Ma liberté, Tu as su désarmer Toutes mes habitudes Ma liberté, Toi qui m'as fait aimer Même la solitude Toi qui m'as fait sourire Quand je voyais finir Une belle aventure Toi qui m'as protégé Quand j'allais me cacher Pour soigner mes blessures
Ma liberté, Pourtant je t'ai quittée Une nuit de décembre J'ai déserté, Les chemins écartés Que nous suivions ensemble Lorsque sans me méfier Les pieds et poings liés Je me suis laissé faire Et je t'ai trahie pour Une prison d'amour Et sa belle geôlière
Et je t'ai trahie pour Une prison d'amour Et sa belle geôlière
What is that land of hill and dale That is so beautiful, The land aglow with summer days, Land with the northern lights ablaze, Whose beauty all the seasons share, What is that land so fair? There many thousand lakes are bright With twinkling stars at night There many kanteles resound And all around make hillsides sing And on the golden heath firs ring: That is the Finnish land.
O never shall your tender sky Be gone from memory Never the fire of your bright sun Nor in your spruces the clear moon Nor yet your woodsmoke as it rides From clearings to the clouds.
And yet these valleys have endured Seasons when life was hard, When in night of sudden frost The corn sown in our fields was lost; But came hope with the dawning day And work swept frost away.
And in these valleys yet again Some horrors have been, When slaughter, death were brought by war And the ground swallowed human gore; But many heroes´ splendid name Added to the Finland´s fame.
And now the sweet beloved land Is ours till ages end: There is our field that ripples free, Our meadow in its greenery And there our forests´wild night lies, All girded by our seas!
The leafy forest ringing clear What bliss it is to hear, As in the first light of the dawn Through it resounds the herdsman´s horn, Or in the vale when dusk is long A maiden sings her song!
To fall asleep in your embrace, Land of our dreams, what bliss, O you our cradle, you our grave, You the new hope we ever crave, Peninsula so beautiful, Finland for aye our all!
Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble ! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble ! Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Des meubles luisants, Polis par les ans, Décoreraient notre chambre ; Les plus rares fleurs Mêlant leurs odeurs Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre, Les riches plafonds, Les miroirs profonds, La splendeur orientale, Tout y parlerait À l'âme en secret Sa douce langue natale.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Vois sur ces canaux Dormir ces vaisseaux Dont l'humeur est vagabonde ; C'est pour assouvir Ton moindre désir Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde. - Les soleils couchants Revêtent les champs, Les canaux, la ville entière, D'hyacinthe et d'or ; Le monde s'endort Dans une chaude lumière.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers, Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage, Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.
A peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches, Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux, Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches Comme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.
Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule ! Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid ! L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule, L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait !
Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer ; Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées, Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.