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Justin Petrone. My Estonia
A MOMENT IN ZAVOOD
HELSINKI IS NOT ROMANTIC
A LESS FORTUNATE SCANDINAVIAN COUNTRY
“BUT IF YOU COME TO LONDON…”
HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVES
PAKISTANI KITCHEN
JOHNNY DEPP IS A GENIUS
WELCOME TO ESTONIA
CAFÉ MOSKVA
CHOOSE ORDER!
BUCKWHEAT PORRIDGE IS GOOD FOR YOU
VODKA SOCKS
AUNT SALME
OLD FRIENDS
ATHENS ON THE EMAJÕGI
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
THE WAR BEGINS
BROKEN APPLES
THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL
PLAYING BALL
GUYS LIKE RICK
THE SPIRIT OF TARTU
I LIVE HERE
MOTHER’S DAY
IN THE HEART OF ESTONIA
SASS
THE REPUBLIC OF SOUTH ESTONIA
WEDDING DAY
AM I PERMITTED TO LIVE?
ESTONIAN HOUSE
UP NORTH
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I met Epp in Helsinki. Usually when Estonian ladies ask where we met – and only ladies ask – they respond with interest in this fact. “Helsinki!?” they say in surprise. “Why, what were you doing there?”
Could Helsinki really seem so distant to some Estonians? Were they really that local in their mindset? All one had to do is take a ferry north from the capital of Estonia, Tallinn and they’d be in the Finnish capital, Helsinki, surrounded by moi[1.] and moi moi[2.]. Other foreigners must have been lured to Estonia by its womanhood via this route. Other foreigners like me.
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There, with nothing more than a journal to confess my thoughts, I sat waiting for Epp to give back my CD. I waited all day on the bus, but she kept walking around with the headsets, and I could hear my drums beating when she walked by.
Our group was returning from the Åland Islands. We had gone swimming on a remote beach, or what passed for a beach in Finland. The glacial rocks that seemed to form most of the island of Kökar vanished abruptly into the murky waters. I was nervous about the water, which seemed incredibly black and deep, while Epp dove in and began floating in to the distance, far from the rest of our group.
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