Although it was Easter, it was snowing. The swimming pool on the yard was still covered with ice after the winter. Simo had erected a large trampoline behind it. The girls had still been jumping on it the previous evening before going on a journey. Their jumping high in the air seemed spooky in the dark. The view through the kitchen window onto the yard where it was snowing brought to my mind Kastelli in Oulu 40 years ago. Was it the snow or something else that conjured up a similar mood? A visit perhaps?