This post was inspired by a conversation with Dave Higgins.
Pleased to meet you. My name is Mike. Or Mika, that’s my Latvian nickname, or, actually, it’s more Finnish (which I have a small percentage of, apparently, according to my DNA analysis), unless you consider the ‘a’ at the end a Latvian possessive ending. Of course, Latvian speakers displaced Finno-Ugrian speaking Livonians in late medieval times, who presumably moved north to become Estonians or Finns, but that wouldn’t explain the odd form of my nickname, which ought to be Miku, strictly speaking. Then again, I wasn’t actually born in Latvia, but in a DP camp in Germany after the war (sorry, WWII for you; you look under 50). DP (Displaced Persons) is what they called European refugees then. Mikels is my full first name, or rather, that’s the English spelling of it, although I guess it doesn’t really look very English. It’s actually spelled Miķelis, with a funny little hook dangling from the ‘k.’ You won’t be able to pronounce it …
What? Where are you going?
Omniop 
The k-cedilla (as opposed to quesadilla which are decidedly easy on the mouth) is a touch outside the experience of most English-mumbling nations. However, it’s still easier than Cyrillic, so many thanks to Latvia for meeting Western Europe halfway.
I thought we were at least three quarters of the way. But you’re welcome!