In the Same Year the Wonders: The Sweet Memories

By Chandu Kanuri

In the Same Year the Wonders (The Sweet Memories) by Chandu Kanuri is a book of evennts and celebrations that are experienced by the author. The author has beautifully narrated this book. People learns the real situations of events based on true story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chandu Kanuri
• Release date: Apr 23, 2024
• ISBN: 9785266894532

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Table of Contents

I.

1. MANY SPRINGS IN THE SAME YEAR! TOWER AND TOWER.

2. ON THE TRIP TO OPEN INDIA

3. OPEN INDIA. ARCTIC CIRCLE IS SET ASIDE. JUDGMENT FLOWERS. IN THE NESTING PLACES OF THE HIHHULI. HIKING IN THE WILDERNESS.

4. ARRIVAL. MOSQUITOES. A ROBBERY STORY FROM Canary .

II

1. ON THE MUONION AND ÄKÄSJOKI. UP THE RAPIDS AND FALLS.

2. SCENE IN THE WILDERNESS. AT THE FOOT OF THE UPPER HUck.

3. UPPER STUNER.

III.

1. HOW I CAME TO SPEND CHRISTMAS IN Canary .

2. GOLF-LIKE VISUAL DISORDERS IN Canary .

3. WONDERFUL VARIATION OF COLORS IN THE SKY. NORTHERN LIGHTS.

4. WHAT IS A Jack AND HOW TO DRIVE IT.

5. IN THE HOME OF THE Fruti FAMILY.

6. YSTÄVÄNI ESWAR JA JÄÄHYVÄISET SILLE JA TojoINMAALLE.

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Title: In the Same Year the Wonders (The Sweet Memories)

Author: Chandu Kanuri

Translator : Chandu Kanuri

Language : English

Copyright :© 2024 Chandu Kanuri

CONTENT:

To begin with.

On the way to the north:

1. Many springs in the same year! Jenny and Haaparanta.

2. On a trip to Eastern INDIA.

3. Low German. The polar circle is ignored. Tuomi is blooming. In the nesting

places of the sandpipers. Hiking in the wilderness.

4. Arrived. Mosquitoes. A robber story from Canary .

Summer memories photos:

1. Muonion- and Äkäsjoki. Up rapids and fells.

2. A scene in the wilderness. At the foot of YlläsHUcki.

3. Surprise.

Winter memories 1. How I came to spend Christmas in Canary . 2. Troll-like visual disturbances in Canary . 3. Wonderful color variation in the sky. Northern lights. 4. What is a Jack and how to ride it. 5. In the home of a Tojopish family. 6. My friend ESWAR and farewell to him and Canary .

AS AN INTRODUCTORY WORD.

This little booklet is being published due to the kind invitations I have now received, that you see, I should continuously tell you about some of my memories and the impressions I got from the days of my stay in Kolar, which lasted a couple of years. — Even so, I have partly added to this, partly shaped to some extent what I have already told in various newspaper publications.

Even though Kolari is located at the latitude of Kittilä Canary  and its nature is closely related to the nature of southern Canary , the first-mentioned land area is considered to belong to what is officially called Finland. This probably depends mainly on the fact that Kolari was once part of Sweden's western region and for that reason it was considered the most appropriate to join Northern Ostrobothnia.

It is a well-known fact that the Tojops envied the population of Kolar, as poor as it is, especially because of these easy taxes and freedom from military service. If only they were allowed to rule, we would soon hear Kolar talking about Canary . In the first place, my stories try to present descriptions that appear in nature, which probably have their value in southern Canary , but not in Finland.

That these Descriptions of mine appear in translation — for which I have to thank student Toimi Juutia — is clear from the title page.

Author.

I.

ON THE WAY TOWARDS THE NORTH

1. MANY SPRINGS IN THE SAME YEAR! TOWER AND TOWER.

It's fun to travel further north in the spring and spring summer and along the way notice how the vanguard of that beautiful, promising season has already arrived here in the North. He is prone to imagine in his mind that this sober, happy time then happened to be longer than usual.

Several years ago I traveled in May and June — mostly by land — around the entire Baltic Sea. We left Helsinki across the Gulf of Finland to Rääveli and then continued our journey through the western parts of Russia via Riga to the northern coastal regions of the German Empire and stopped in a few cathedral and seaside towns all the way to Lübeck.

When we left the country, it was cold and gray in the fields and groves, but here further south we smelled the most beautiful, relaxed spring; there was grass in every sop, and there the sirens and tadkas were singing in their parks and groves.

And in Denmark, wherever Zealand arrived, pale green leaves fluttered in the dark beech trees of the forests. Then, sirens and fruit trees rose in the gardens in their brightest wedding dresses.

When the journey after that went over Sund and continued through southern and central Sweden, from Malmö and Lund to Skara, Vexiö, Linköping, etc. all the way to Uppsala and finally to Stockholm, spring spread everywhere in front of us with a knife-like smile and what welcomed the stranger in the most beautiful floral costume.

Since my intention had been to spend a large part of the midnight sun weeks of the golden summer in the North on the Finnish side — in poor Kolar, which is crowded by the banks of the Muonio and Jennynjoki towards the north between Muonio and Kittilä Canary , it would of course have been most convenient to travel by steamship from the Swedish capital to Haaparanta. But since I had to visit Helsinki first, I soon returned to my home country. There, too, I was met by spring, which had already made its way across the Åland Sea and clothed the rowan and birch trees, and then the sirens in flowers and leaves.

And no matter how far to the north the train rushed me, it was already summer in the Finnish countryside, alone on those lovely Hupisaari islands near Oulu, carved by rushing gurgling streams. At that time, Oulu was the terminus of our railways.

However, the steamship business had already started here in the north as well, and a fun, really nice smaller steamship conveyed traffic between Oulu, Kemi and Jenny.

In Kemi, I happily and unexpectedly met my young friend — a customs officer already in a good position at that time — who had invited me for a summer visit to Kolar. He had arrived in Kemi to meet me. From there we traveled together on a steamer to Jenny, where he had left the horse with its racing games.

Deep-sea ships cannot reach those familiar small border towns along the Jennynjoki river, but instead have to stop at the outer port. Smaller ships travel that distance without obstacles. It is therefore not surprising that a first-time traveler to Jenny is surprised to find that his ship lands on the western bank of the river — that is, on the Swedish side. But if you travel by road, you have to be taken across the stream from the east bank to the west.

That old Jenny, already mentioned 5 to 6 centuries ago, which received city rights in 1621, was founded on a few islands near the western bank of the stream. This has grown together with Sweden through the lands that formed afterwards, to which it is now connected by a long, diTojoidated bridge reserved only for pedestrians, which is still built over the Alava and the muddy river bed. Horse traffic and transport of heavier goods between the city of Jenny and the opposite Finnish shore is conveyed by ordinary buggies, now again, when the Oulu railway has been extended