His Childhood in Kai's Own Words
Last summer I walked to the old kolchoz north of Alavoinen [in Karelia, part of Russia now]. It was a nice walk. From the 2 ½ summers that I lived in Alavoinen as a child I remember the beautiful song of the larks in the air over the fields behind the house. My mother had a garden behind the house and my sister and I used to pull up carrots and pick the peas and eat them on the spot. … There are many memories from that time. Some may seem a bit odd, like the one when an old woman who was picking potatoes in the field behind the house was preparing them to eat by heating them in a fire-pit in the ground. I remember how she smiled and gave me one of the potatoes. I think that made me aware of the “goodness of strangers” or “random acts of goodness” - goodness for its own sake. Perhaps that explains why I remember it so well.
I lived in Alavoinen for close to 3 years and started school at the age of 5. My grandfather was a “minister” in the temporary Karelian government set up in 1919 when there was an attempt to free Karelia from the bolsheviks. It was set up in the town of Olonets/Aunuksenlinna, but it did not last more than a few weeks. Anyway, my father at a very young age took part in those battles and during the war of 1941 - 44 he was allowed to bring his family to his native village, Alavoinen. My mother managed the post office on the 2nd floor of 'Teremok'. Several older people still remember her and how friendly she was. … We left for Finland in June 1944 with the last train carrying wounded from the front.
I lived in Sweden between the ages of 7-14 and later visited it during the summers because my mother lived there while I was studying in Finland.