Early in the morning, around the same time the trains wipe the sleep from their eyes, that is Helsinki’s moment. I got my motorcycle license and rode the streets of the city. I had film in my camera and I was only half the age I am now. I visited bakeries, took pictures of garbage men and drank coffees at Anja Snellman’s tent in the Market Square. The sun rose peacefully over Katajanokka and gave a soft light over the waking city. Helsinki – my city.