HER NAME IS Eeva Burman and this is her portrait.
For ninety-two years, a time of twenty-six newborn births, someone from Eeva Burmans family has been keeping shimmering light shining from the homesteads window, in the middle of pitch black forest.
The scenery opens from windows to the hill, rises to a second mound and disappears to a third one. Turn left. Time moves slower than light.
Windows have not been washed since October. It just couldn’t have been done before. In this farm, cleanup is also part of a grieving process.
This is a story, one among countless, about agricultural crisis in Finland.