Words by InĂªs Carvalho. Helsinki, the last evening of summer. The chilly breeze of late afternoon paces up my steps.The GPS tracks an old building far from the city centre. I have no idea where […]
Words by InĂªs Carvalho. Helsinki, the last evening of summer. The chilly breeze of late afternoon paces up my steps.The GPS tracks an old building far from the city centre. I have no idea where […]