On December 31st I went for a walk, starting from the hotel and walking down along the riverside. Imatra has the largest rapids in Europe (or so they at least claim), and it has been a tourist attraction for over a hundred years. The rapids doesn't run freely, there is a power plant making electricity, but is opened at least once a week.
When I was there the rapids was quite dry, but it was opened later that day to celebrate the new year. We were already at home by then, but the next day I noticed a news item saying that a man had fallen into the rapids and they hadn't been able to find him yet.
(Posting title is from the poem The River by Gregory Orr.)
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