Against All Odds. Jorma Ollila
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Название: Against All Odds
Автор: Jorma Ollila
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
isbn: 9781938548710
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“I wouldn’t give you a number if it wasn’t the right one,” she replied. There was decisiveness in her voice, and perhaps a touch of invitation too. I rang her as soon as I could. I thought she might have found me too talkative and eager. My stalking brought a result, however, and I soon met her again.
The girl in question was Liisa Metsola, who had qualified as a nurse and was already working, while I was still studying. We were soon spending a lot of time together. We went to the cinema, to the theatre, to concerts, and to student parties. In other words, we did what young couples do. Liisa came from a family with roots in eastern Finland and Karelia. The eastern Finns are much better at showing and acting on their emotions than we western Finns. Liisa thinks things through for herself in a straightforward way, and isn’t afraid to disagree with me.
The first summer we were a couple we had to spend apart, since I had to go back once more to Vaasa. There I had to undertake a placement in an engineering workshop as part of my degree. A place had been arranged in the factory where my father worked, where I did maintenance work and some plumbing jobs. The atmosphere was very different from what I was used to at Atlantic College and the University of Technology, but I got on fine with my workmates. We talked men’s talk – of work, of women, of football. (Vaasa FC was then playing in the top division, as I’m proud to say it does today.) My time in that factory taught me some crucial lessons for my future career about the internal dynamics of a workplace and the difference between good and bad line management. I can’t exaggerate the importance of one’s early work experiences.
Liisa and I were engaged on the May Day holiday in 1971. I approached her father and told him of my intention to marry his daughter. He replied positively to my polite request, although she and I disagreed with him on practically everything else. We argued about politics so furiously that at times it felt like a family feud. He had been an evacuee from Karelia when the Soviet Union had invaded Finland in 1939–40, and his family home had been razed to the ground. His hatred for the Russians wasn’t a political stance but something much deeper. He was out of sympathy with the central aim of the Finnish government, which was to achieve friendly relations with the Russians through an active foreign policy. Our arguments were repeated in many Finnish families where memories of the war years were still fresh.
We were married on 25 March 1972 at a little chapel in Otaniemi. The building was surrounded by forest, though it was just a few hundred yards from where I lived on campus. There were about forty guests: a large classroom’s worth of relatives, fellow students, and friends. The unique feature of the chapel was its altarpiece. There wasn’t one: its place was taken by the Finnish forest landscape, seen through a huge window taking up the entire wall. So it seemed as if the wedding were taking place in a wintry forest. We held our reception in the student restaurant where we had first met. Ostrobothnian weddings are meant to be wild and boisterous, but ours was calm and civilized, with many warm and well-made speeches. The occasion was made in our image.
At the beginning of the 1970s we weren’t worried about the future. We were moving so fast that not everybody could keep up. My parents thought we shouldn’t have married because I hadn’t yet graduated from university nor had I taken my bride to meet my mother. Our marriage was a quick student affair – we didn’t have a sound financial base or any clear plans. But I had already moved on from my family and wanted to live my own life.
Liisa and I celebrated our engagement on May Day in 1971.
Liisa soon noticed she’d married a man whose diary quickly filled up. One day she brought out her own diary. She announced that she didn’t intend simply to adapt to whatever plans her new husband happened to make – she had her priorities, and I would have to learn to adapt. “Let’s see when we can find a time that suits us both,” she said brightly. Her attitude has not changed in forty years, which has helped keep us together. I’ve tried to be as flexible as I can in my own arrangements, though with varying success.
We were both ambitious people. We were also both self-sufficient: I was the oldest child in my family and used to looking after myself; Liisa was her family’s youngest, but her mother had had a serious illness, which had compelled the children to take care of themselves. Although our personalities were different we understood each other instinctively. It was easy to build a marriage on this basis. (Well, honestly speaking, I can’t say it was always easy, but it was possible because we understood each other.)
We moved to a rented two-bedroom apartment about ten miles west of Helsinki. By that time the brown decade must have been approaching its end, because the walls of our new home were plain white. Ever since then we have wanted to live in houses where the walls are either white or off-white.
There was no Ikea in those days, and our furniture was hand-me-downs from our families or bought secondhand. The area around our home was growing rapidly: new houses, new schools, new shops.
With our modest income we couldn’t imagine moving to the center of Helsinki. Many young couples began their married lives as we did, in rapidly-built apartment blocks in new suburbs. During the 60s the old road into the city had been turned into a modern motorway, which was convenient for us. In the mornings we would jump on the bus. The trip took about twenty minutes, though I soon took a break in my studies and went to work in Helsinki.
IN THE AUTUMN OF 1972 I attended the annual conference of the National Union of Students in Finland, the SYL. I was elected to the board and appointed president. We gathered on Friday, held our conference on Saturday, and on Sunday we wondered what on earth we had decided. Formally we were there as representatives of our individual student bodies; I represented the students of the University of Technology. But the elections were nakedly political, as everything was at that time. The talk in the corridors was that a centrist candidate should become president, because neither a conservative nor a leftist would receive broad enough support. The night before the actual elections was key because the crucial politicking took place in the small hours. The search was on for a centrist candidate for president who would be acceptable to everyone. I fitted the bill. Also during that night we drew up an outline program for the coming year, so there were arguments about that as well. It was like drawing up a government program in the space of an evening.
On Sunday I set off on the long journey home knowing my life was about to undergo a major change. I had been elected president of the National Union of Students at the age of twenty-two. I had been the chairman of the National Union of Technology Students, so I had some idea of how to run things. I had for example helped organize boycotts of lectures, intended to encourage the modernizing of university governance. As students we demanded that we should be directly represented on the governing body.
Now I would be advancing students’ interests full-time. My new role had a significant international angle, so my studies abroad and language skills certainly helped. When I was appointed I felt the glare of publicity for the first time: the selection of a new student president made the news in the big dailies and even on television. Suddenly I was a figure of national significance. My parents were bemused; they didn’t feel this new career path was either desirable or suitable.
Just half a year into our marriage Liisa had to adapt to the fact that her husband was no longer a student. As president I received a small salary, which largely went on rent. The SYL was based on the fifth floor of a fine building in central Helsinki called СКАЧАТЬ