…The waves of the lake splash And pines hum The frost of the north hurts Finnish grief in signs Woods bleak and stony, unlit There my mind rests There I will forget the pain Stars and moon us bless O my native land…

…the other people have. You all can connect in the air, its free, they have done it for ages, the distance is relative, you can choose, all your lifestyle, take something, which gives joy, its something what people feed…