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My life, childhood and youth
started in a deep economic recession quite like my old age started in the 90s. The state
confiscated my father's source of livelihood, i.e. his car. In a trial that lasted a full
year, and which was won by my father, he was accused of giving rides to bootleggers. The
prohibition, which had not given any blessing, was repealed in 1932. My mother took refuge
from the sinful way of the world in religion. I went to church with her, but I was angry
with the statue of Mikael Agricola in front of the church. Its hand was up as if it were
giving a scolding |