My Experiences of Finnishness

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To talk about my experience of Finnishness, we can look at my last extended time spent abroad. At the very beginning of 2020 I did a two-month internship in Malta, working at a printing company. My colleagues included three Russians, one Maltese, one Serbian, one Hungarian and a colleague whose mystery of origin became the office joke. In this diverse environment my Finnishness became particularly apparent, there for making the experience the first thought that comes to mind regarding this subject.

Throughout my time at work, my colleagues, especially my Maltese boss, often posed a curious question: “Are you okay?” This query confused me, given that these inquiries typically arose during what I perceived as normal, positive interactions with my coworkers. Apparently, I am quiet and sad looking, the more you know.

One cultural difference that really stood out to me was the level of physical touch. In contrast to the highly valued personal space that my Finnish self was used to, my Maltese boss was inclined to frequent arm touching during conversations and even bid me farewell on my last day with a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. While this was quite awkward for me, I embraced the genuine and warm gesture.

Honorary mention to the Swedish grocery store that also sold a lot of Finnish foods in Malta, as short as my internship was, I really did miss rye bread and getting it from the store made my whole week.

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