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My father always said Helsinki was a city of lost souls. A place for ever caught between East and West, the onion-shaped domes and the neoclassical facades. A paler copy of St Petersburg, now revolution ary Leningrad. A city whose golden age had been before the First World War. A city scarred by shrapnel and painted in pastel colours.