Armi Katariina Kauppila

Armi is passionate about theater, particularly as a means of social and political change, and about literature and different languages and cultures. She is involved in her local church as an assistant instructor for youth religious camps, working in her family's farm and in various theatrical projects targeted mainly to practice non-verbal communication and learning. Her main goals for the year are to expand her global perspective as a part of the process of finding her own role in contributing to positive change, to make friends in her local community and to learn a new language. Armi is greatly inspired by the nature and the beautiful countryside environment in her home.

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Wednesday hope

April 20th. I feel obliged to publish some kind of a reflection now that I'm back "home" again. I feel obliged to make an effort to describe why Senegal, this sort-of-random country that first felt so foreign to me eventually made me sob on the…

08 June, 2016

Why I’m a child and not a bride

Integration, honestly. It’s a mix of celebration for the little wins and the feeling that this whole thing is a one big lie. A lie because for six desperate months I’ve been trying to become a part of something I cannot possible be a part…

19 March, 2016

This is what comfort feels like

I lean on my finger placed at the bottom corner of the front seat window. So I stand, looking around myself at the busy car station in MBour. Looking around, but not with surprise. With affection mixed with a little bit of boredom. I have…

14 February, 2016

Anta

Airports are ports of old and new lives – them two reach the departure hall but only one is carrying his luggage. Ports of big feelings filled with empty promises; I will see you again, but when. Four months could mean anything; read “never” somewhere…

16 January, 2016

And the rain changed the day

I’ve never feared rain. Or storms. I don’t particularly like thunder, because of the unpleasant noise; I sometimes dislike rain because of the way it soaks my clothes but I’ve never really been afraid of its journey colliding with mine. Even when the first insecure…

23 November, 2015

And I had a name and it wasn’t Tubaab

When at night I grab the small plastic teapot that lives in my room and walk to the water place at the backyard to fill it up for my last visit to the outside toilet of the day, I can see stars. According to them…

29 September, 2015

And there were dreams in the island

This morning I woke up giggling, for I dreamt that a soap opera made an episode about filling up the shelves of a supermarket. I couldn’t recall where I was for a while. Then I found myself in a mosquito net castle. Airplanes fly over…

29 September, 2015

And the puddles were actually parts of a soup

I open my computer with a purely voluntary intention of reaching my parents, and pick up the piece of paper that drops on my hotel bed from between the lid and the keyboard. But the note, written by that polite man at the reception, sees…

28 September, 2015

And the more than five pieces fell into place for starters

And the more than five pieces fell into place for starters. It feels like a clumsy way to start a blog about one’s adventures abroad by just starting a blog about one’s adventures abroad. But I guess the only way to get started is to…

05 September, 2015

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Armi Katariina Kauppila