Remembrance day is, of course, always a poignant day for all who love Mikko. Lest we forget, and all that.
It seems the French at Villers-Bretonneux have even longer memories. At the end of World War I, according to The Age, Victorian schoolchildren donated money to rebuild the school of the town, taken from the Germans by Australian soldiers on 24 April 1918, at the cost of 1200 Australian lives.
Now the French have returned the favour: after hearing about Black Saturday, the mayor and city are donating money to rebuild a school somewhere in Australia.
I can hear jubilance in Mikko's laugh even as I type this. It's gestures like these that gave him hope for the world: hope for humanity, hope for romance, hope for his vision of a life in which it might be truly possible to be a 'citizen of the world'.
My hope springs eternal. This is why I continue to honour him - this is what he taught me - this life of hope is the life I choose.
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