Berwald,

I am starting to think that God hates me.

He took away my father.

He took away my mother.

He took away my life.

My home.

My lands.

My people.

He threw me into this strange place, filled with strange people, who call me horrible, disgusting things because I am like you.

But I think that I hate myself more than God hates me because after you betrayed me and all of my people to the king, I still cannot bring myself to hate you.

I have written many letters to you in hopes that you would reply, so we could know each other better. You still have not responded to a single one. I know you are a man of few words, but could you at least say one word? I pass by you every morning to go to work outside, and you have not glanced in my direction once. Please, all I would like now is somebody to talk to in this depressing castle, because while I may have nothing left I know you are the only person in the world I will truly want and love.

Sincerely,

Tino Väinämoïnen

Suomi