There’s one things that sets Finns apart when abroad: we speak loudly.
In Finland these people go about their business quietly and whispering but as soon as you leave the country – the volume goes up. There’s an easy enough explanation – we think nobody can understand us.
It’s true enough, most people can’t even tell which language we’re speaking.
I’ve overheard Finns on the Paris metro, commenting something or other about fellow passengers. Friends snickering in a shop in Newcastle. A couple sitting at the table next to me in Prague. All having conversations not meant to be heard but not bothering to lower their voices, thinking nobody will ever understand them.
But I do.