yawn....you've been reduced to the language police
My first experience with Finland was crossing the border by train from now sk Petersburg to Helsinki and arriving early afternoon after 2 months in the Soviet Union. We all rushed over to the pizza hut (which when i tell the kids the story they always say why....how disgusting...sorry after 2 months of that food that pizza was the best ever) and scrapet together what cash we gad left. The Finnish waitress laughed as we all tore into the pizza and looked so haggard (all of us had come down with a bad flu while traveling in Russia, some of us had temporarily landed in jail for joining in the protests, and two of us had landed in Soviet hospitals). When we told her where we had been she laughed and wondered why we crazies would ever do such a thing and hoped we had learned our lessons. She felt sorry for us that we could afford such few pizzas for the group (several of our motley crew having been hoodwinked out of their cash by scammers) that she bought us an extra one so we could have a second slice each.