Suomenlinna is a work between chronicle and fiction, immobility and travel, notes and rewritten texts. It is a unique and radical literary project in favor of the ground dug into our memory by the passing days.
“Like an old warship, forgetfulness makes its way through the bay. Before the city, in the midst of the ocean, the fortress stands vigilant of the insiders or the outsiders, unsure of which. Unfinished and inevitable, constructed on islands, accessible only in the winter when the sea freezes over, and isolated during the good weather by the same sea that constitutes her, Suomenlinna (Sveaborg in the country’s other language) is the light gray color reflected in the big gray eyes of the grandmother where I come from, and the vast, impossible project of the traveler, with a notebook in his hands, spinning around a circle that nobody can pierce through…”