«Despite accusations of Finland being a cold and cruel country, he’s actually really nice, and he’s happy almost all the time. You understand that the only reason he’s so judged is because he’s a Nordic country, and not nice and warm on the surface. But don’t judge a book by its cover! »

((Anyways, let’s go a couple years back!))

»You’re walking through the freezing forests of Finland with a lantern and a leather coat. You were originally going hunting, but eventually got lost in the woods. You’re trying to find your way back, but you can’t seem to retrace your steps. You feel the air pressure drop and your breath gets caught, then it goes back to normal and your ears pop. You look around to see what could have caused that, but nothing was there. You continue walking.»

«As you walk you hear a man throwing a string into the water. You in infer he’s fishing. He may be able to help? You walk towards the noise to see a man in a wool coat, leather gloves, and leather boots. (Yes, he’s wearing pants) He seems to have face paint of your countries flag on, Finland. You trot over to him and tap his shoulder. He turns over to you and says in finish, the language you know,»

“Hello there! How can I help you?”

“Two things,” you say, “One, why do you have face paint of Finland’s flag on? Two, do you know where the east west is in direction.?”

“Well, two things,” he laughs cheerfully, “I am Finland, the country! Two, it’s over there.” He points in the direction of the east west is.

«You are dumbfounded. How is he Finland? the country? Its absurd. How did he know the direction perfectly without checking a compass?»