My Helsinki is history. It is history of a nation, it is my own history. Here grandfather stood as a small boy on the side of the street as Tsar Nicholas drove by. Here grand aunt Maiju hid Lenin when he was secretly visiting Finland. And there on the corner of Liisankatu we got engaged and in that church my daughter was married. And life goes on and new generations create their own histories in Helsinki, their own memories and their own love for this city, familiar and permanent yet alive and constantly changing. My Helsinki, all of our Helsinki.