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I'm the New York Jew who actually grew up in Minnesota.
Her name's Inge," said David. "She's Lithuanian.
I thought of a great way to celebrate my Finnish heritage at home. I'm going to look into opening a chain of strip clubs, and I'll call them Lapland!!!
I was born in Eastern Europe, in Latvia, and I'm fluent in Russian.
she's part Armenian,
I'll never forget my first experience of swede. It was at school and I thought I was getting mashed potato. I've never got over it.
A conversation in English in Finnish and in French can not be held at the same time nor with indifference ever or after a time.
I'm 100% Norwegian. Three generations removed and all continuous inbreeding of Norwegian of Minnesota and Iowa, so I traveled to Norway before.
Never try to out-drink a Swede, unless you happen to be a Finn or at least a Russian.
If there is a Swedish style, I cannot identify it.
My father grew up in Brooklyn, N.Y., with my grandparents. In Norwegian my name is pronounced 'Yoo' but my father used to call me 'Joe.'
I speak Swedish, it's my first language. Of course, growing up with Latin American parents from Argentina, I also have some other influences from other cultures. But Sweden is where I feel the most at home.
Scandinavians are not only the happiest and most contented people in the world, but also the most peaceful, tolerant, egalitarian, progressive, prosperous, liberal, and technologically advanced.
I am just a Flemish girl with her feet on the ground.
The Finns are part of the Finno-Ugric group of peoples, and are related to many different indigenous peoples that stretch right across the belt of forest and tundra regions of Russia and Siberia, as far as the Pacific.
He used to be a German, but he completely recovered.
I am an American, but a sense of otherness was part of my growing up. I spoke Norwegian before I spoke English. My mother is Norwegian.
My Norwegian family says, 'You're the most grounded American we've ever met.'
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
My father was a Norwegian tenor and my mother a New York Irish librarian.
My dad's Russian. My mother's English. I would say my bottom half is Russian.
I have Czech, I have Russian, I have English, I have Italian. Uh, what am I missing? A little bit of Irish. The Russian is Jewish. So I'm your classic American mutt.
I'm English, without a doubt. I will never ever say I'm not English. English born and bred. I'm Turkish, though
Finnish companies tend to be very traditional, not taking many risks. Silicon Valley is completely different: people here really live on the edge.
We Finns represent a very transparent and open-minded way of reaching political decisions.
Whenever I travel anywhere, I'm constantly asked if I'm Swedish. It's the burden of most Norwegians. The Swedes have just got a better publicity agent, I think.
When the game ended, Mike laid down his control paddle. "So you've met the Nordic goddess, right?"
Aria glanced up at him warily. "Excuse me?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Duh. Klaudia, which I'm pretty sure is Scandinavian for sex vixen.
I'm half-Welsh, half-Russian. My maternal grandmother is Russian. I've very much a mongrel, which is good in a way because it makes me quite a blank canvas.
My father was a Norwegian who came from a small town near Oslo. He broke his arm at the elbow when he was 14, and they amputated it.
I hope one day when I say I'm from Estonia, people don't say: 'What? Where's that?'
Denmark is like a secret little place with its own special language.
People in Sweden talk a lot about the weather - how much we hate it. But Finns get more depressed.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Jesper couldn't keep the disdain from his voice. "Only Nina and Matthias speak Fjerdan."
"I speak Fjerdan," Wylan protested.
"Schoolroom Fjerdan, right? I bet you speak Fjerdan about as well as I speak moose."
"Moose is probably your native tongue," mumbled Wylan.
I am a product of my native land, Tuscany, Italy.
I haven't been baptised. My dad's not in the church and is not a religious person. My mum is more spiritual - she does Thai-chi and goes to Stonehenge and things like that. I'm proud to be pagan. Finland is not really a religious country. I'm still looking for my god.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
I do consider myself a Norwegian writer, or a Scandinavian writer, as my family tree reaches into both Denmark and Sweden. I don't think about it, of course, when I am writing.
The Finnish way of dealing with Russia, whatever the situation, is that we will be very decisive to show what we don't like, where the red line is.
I consider myself more a European director who is from Iceland than an Icelandic director.
My homeland is the portuguese language.
I'm part Maori. My mum's Maori, and she raised me. And my grandma, she's Maori.
I thought I could organise freedom/How Scandinavian of me ...
I'm one-fourth Tatar and three-fourths Bashkirian.
In the superficial activity of her life, she was all English. She even thought in English. But her long blanks and darkness of abstraction were Polish.
My family's from Eastern Europe.
Finland, and all the other European countries, we are too dependent on imported energy. We should be using a broader variety of energy resources.
I'm German in my mind, but from a Germany that doesn't exist any more.
I speak English with my dad and Swedish with my mom; it's quite schizophrenic.
I'm such an odd mix of things. My grandfather was Indian: I've got more family living in India than I do in the U.K. My old man was East London. I was brought up in Yorkshire. My great-grandfather was Irish.
I'm the minority in my house sometimes. My wife is Swedish, and we go to Sweden and everyone is rattling off in Swedish. It's like, 'OK, I can just read a book.'
Did all Finns like to make clever witticisms about life? Or was it just this one driver? Tsukuru hoped it was the latter.
The nature of Scandinavians is that they don't talk so much, there will be these dark secrets, and most things are under-communicated.
Speaks cheerful English and in the past has written this language with a paintbrush that talks.
Is there a Swedish Modernism?
The Finland of the 21st century can thrive only if women of learning - in common with their male counterparts - are guaranteed the opportunity to use their creative potential to the full.
I speak some dwarvish.
Well, I'm English.
I'm Italian, but some people think I'm Jewish because I work the Yiddish. I also work the Italian, by the way.
My father, a Russian translator, wanted to distinguish me by calling me Misha, the Russian diminutive of his name, Michael. My name and work as a writer specialising in the Balkans has created a myth that I have Slavic connections, but actually I am British.
Normally, Finns wait for a couple of years and watch Aki's films on television. But it is as though the international reputation of 'The Man Without a Past' caused them to go and see it at the cinema.
The Italians have voices like peacocks - German gives me a cold in the head - and Russian is nothing but sneezing
I am Michael, and I am part English, Irish, German, and Scottish, sort of a virtual United Nations.
I really hated being the Norwegian girl in every single conversation in Australia, so I tried to make my Norwegian-ness invisible, speaking like whoever was around me.
I am of the international upper class, the Swedish petit bourgeoisie of Jewish extraction with poor language skills, a conveyor of a few expressions and faces, with some intonation that combines ancient human experience with timely coquetry.
German in the most extravagantly ugly language - it sounds like someone using a sick bag on a 747.
To be the child of immigrants from Eastern Europe is in itself a special kind of experience; and an important one to an author. He has heard two languages through childhood, the one spoken with ease at home, and the other spoken with ease in the streets and at school, but spoken poorly at home.
English. That was where I met him.
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
Everyone is equal - a strange Swedish mentality.
Wherever it's spoken, Gaelic sounds like a combination of Swedish and Hebrew.
He opened his eyes and whispered to me. "Kind of incredible. She is you, she is your mother, your father, your country." He kissed her head and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"She is Poland.
My name is Lithuanian. My father was born there, and he gave me a cool name. It's the Lithuanian national flower - looks like a weed, a little bit like me! - although in Spanish it means a 'route' or 'road,' and in Swedish it means 'square'. So, not quite so cool in those countries.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
With my mother, I moved from one household to another before settling in the eastern part of Finland, in the city of Kuopio.
My father's father came from Russia; my mother came from Romania.
Besyn larveth'is!
The kind of people who spoke mostly Yiddish, which is a combination of German and phlegm. This is a language of coughing and spitting; until I was eleven, I wore a raincoat.
Most people in Iceland are either referred to as the son or daughter of their father. For example, a woman with a father named John is Johnsdaughter, or in Icelandic Jonsdottir. A man with a father named John is Johnsson, or Jonsson in Icelandic.
To experience the northern forest in the raw, I went to northern Finland and Lapland, travelling on horseback, and sleeping on reindeer skins in the traditional open-fronted Finnish laavu. I ate elk heart, reindeer and lingonberries, and tried out spruce resin: the chewing gum of the Stone Age.
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
My mother's Mohawk and my father is Scottish/German from Nova Scotia.
American? Indian? I don't know what these words mean. In Italy, it is all about blood, family, where you come from. I'm asked where I am from. I'm from nowhere; I always was, but now I am happy knowing it.
We're not troubled at all, but I think ... Well, we're Scandinavians! We're Vikings and we have a lot of blackness in our souls.
In Finland, getting a university degree is the first thing that you expect your kids to do.
Danish. I'd come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival.
I'm Lakota Sioux.
Tribally speaking...
By teaching tools and problem solving instead of memorization and by hiring only teachers with master's degrees, Finland created a higher educational platform that gave its kids an advantage. That's how its school system shot to number one.*
I met my wife in New York, so, we lived together there for five years, so my Swedish was kind of a gradual learning process.
I'm from a Gypsy background!
I am an unusual Irishman. I'm probably Ireland's third most famous Jewish son.
We can't fire our way to Finland.
Jonkonnu if you want to. That was a custom that got started
RUSSIAN, n. A person with a Caucasian body and a Mongolian soul. A Tartar Emetic.
I'm just an Irish biddy.
I'm a little bit like a turducken: I'm sort of like an Indian person, wrapped in a British person, wrapped in an American kind of thing.
I'm basically a homegrown American.
We have made a conscious effort to blend in with U.S. society and have done our best to develop good English skills. Today, both Johanna and I communicate in English with ease, and our children speak English at native fluency levels, but we continue to speak Icelandic at home.
Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.