A few months ago. Walking through Helsinki city centre, early in the morning. Hungover, of course. With my baby brother. It's cold and wet, but still, beautiful, because this is Finland. Not much conversation going on. Trying to have fun by trying to guess the alcohol problems of other passers-by. Just what you do on a Monday morning. On vacations. In the country of your ancestors. Our mistake, talking in our second "secret" (father side) language. Didn't took long, and a little woman walking in front of us, suddenly turned around. Big smile in her face. "Aaaah, aren't we everywhere ("insert stupid tourist country origin")?" We nodded, gave up, and walked into the next bar.