Friday night, a bit past midnight. Sipping blackcurrant liqueur and smoking russian Winston. A quiet night at Tähe. The front room is dark, Alondra and Charlie are sleeping. Here the light is warm - computer screens, short string of modest red and green Christmas lights, two desk lamps. Max is clicking the mouse, putting on one cozy song after another, Vitaly is dabbing his brush on an oil painting. And I go - tap tap tap.
Mark took our guests out to see Tartu's nightlife, giving us a little break.
Right now - I really like it here.
That's good news. For a long while paralyzing depression had been seeping sneakily into my life. I thought I was just being lazy and tucked myself tighter into it day by day, nagging at my every waste of breath, until it got to a ridiculous point. And then I took this ball of accumulated frustration and started to unravel it. There's still some way to go but I'm on the right path. I'm going to be just fine.
That's all I wanted to say right now but most likely I'll be back with more various stories.
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Illustrations by Walter Schnackenberg
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