Sixty years have elapsed since the Winter War started in Finland. It was such a long time ago. And such a short time, too. It is enough though for a small country to get on to its feet, flourish and be reduced to nothingness. When your power is failing, the desire arises to fuse with something big. Then you start longing back - for something that does not exist any more. It's easy in the castle tower to identify with the observer of the past, imagining what he had thought and seen in this place. You had to wait and sit up. You felt tired and time seemed to have stopped. Yet you knew you were living, which is the most important aspect of being alive. Even if you do not feel affinity for anyone, you know that there are millions of people like you. You wonder if you could do something that other people have not yet done? Then you think it doesn't really matter even if you could - it would not be important, anyway. Because it's the coming of the enemy that you are waiting for and afraid of!