Sofi Oksanen is a night owl. I enter her apartment on the top floor of a building in Kallio, a gentrified working-class neighborhood in Helsinki, at three in the afternoon. The white, cloudy day is fading, and yet the writer has closed the shutters and drawn the curtains. A long black table surrounded by crimson furniture sits on a dark parquet floor; the walls are painted garnet red. Oksanen is petite, red-colored lips brighten her pale complexion, narrow eyes and mauve lids are framed by round glasses. She loves Christmas. Your Christmas tree is still shining at the end of January.
Sofi Oksanen: “Putin’s war on women”. A visit to the writer. – Culture
