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Mary-Jane
Monday, 28 July 2008
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look at me and smile through tears
Sunday, 27 July 2008
When I look out of the window I can see the treetops poured with warm summer evening sun. The sky is babyblue. Little white clouds which look like steamy wild horses galopping through a river slowly float above the fresh green grass.
Where am I? What the hell is going on?
My bare feet touch the wooden floor. There's sand under the cold gray TV.
And I don't feel my body at all. It's not me who is sitting here. And now I know.
I know that I am not meant to be here. I did not get the point of this all. It may be a test, like those I take at driving school. Put a "+" if the sentence is correct and "-" if it's not.
Love is your religion +
Let me pack my things.
What would I put into the suitcase?
Absolutely nothing.
I'd stand naked on the gate. I'd close my eyes. I'd fly.
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Latvia
Monday, 21 July 2008
Tonight I wanted to blog about latvians.
I realized that writing everything down from the first second until the last doesn't suit for me because in that case I never finish. I've got too much to say about everything. If it would be a worthy material then sure, I could write forever, but right now I'm either too young or just too bad in english grammar and I end up writing short weird pointless sentences that get your mind wandering about what's in the fridge or even worse: what isn't in the fridge.
So this time I'll try to write about my thoughts in quite a random order and the timeline may be a bit wonky but at least it's there.
Wonky reminded me of Willy Wonka. Damn that dude had a lot of chocolate. I wouldn't mind having a personal chocolate fountain.
Eee...what was I saying?
It happens to me in real life too, all the time. Actually every time I speak. I start by talking about something and then finish the sentence 15minutes later when I can't really recall what I wanted to say in the first place. That is the reason why I can't blog properly too.
So, blah...
Yesterday was sunday. And like any other sunday, I didn't have nice little puffy yellow pancakes with fresh blueberry jam. Unlike anyother sunday, I went to Latvia instead. To hear Metallica play live. It was my second time to see them so I was more excited than in the first time but yet at the same time not gonna be frustrated if I wouldn't make it to the front frow.
I remember the first time I went to Latvia just to chill with a friend MR (too many friends whose names start with a M, Im tellin ya) was a few years ago and we went on the 31. of december. Yeah, for New Years celebrations. And then I thought that Latvia compared to Estonia had horrrrrible looking people. They were polite and everything but looked soooo...25 years behind Estonia. I remember coming home and saying: I used to think that everywhere is better to live than in Estonia, now I know that Latvia would be worse.
The next time I went there was last year in september when I went to see Tarkan. Then I noticed that some latvian boys looked pretty normal but the girls were more than awful. I did not see any blondes during those 3 days I stayed there. I was shocked. Baltic state and no blondes! Horrible.
This summer I went to Latvia again because of the house music festival. During the first minute in the city I noticed about 5 blonde girls, lots of stylish clothes, beautiful boys. The sun was shining, the city looked okay. I was shocked again! What had happened? Did the queer eye for the straight guy or some other stylists group ride pass the city? These people were wearing normal clothes for gods sake! No miniskirts with 15cm heels and shitbrown fake addidas jackets!
On the downside, in one year everybody had seemed to forgotten english. Like seriously, they didn't understand or they didn't want to understand a single word in english.
Yesterday I was in Latvia again. People were still looking normal. :D
And damn, with the last 2 times...I've begun to love latvian people. I'm telling everyone: Go to Latvia, they are great!
There are a lot of jokes about latvians and estonians. They call us slow. At least that's what I've heard. I don't even know what we call them. Fast? LOL
But that's the thing with 2 countries that share a border. They act like rivals.
But seriously, I hate stereotypes and I managed to destroy one for myself. I know now that Me, Myself and I love latvian people.
When I was at the knockoutfestival then every single person was normal and minded their own business. Minded their own business like estonians. But also friendly. Friendly like latvians.
When I looked somebody in the eye, then that person smiled to me. A lot of guys wanted to chat. And nothing idiotical. No "nice eyes, sex tonight?" italian kinda stuff, and no "oh lets be really ironical and funny and supercool" kinda stuff like in Estonia. No, absolutely normal chats about music and lifestyle and hobbies and stuff like that. And many people want to help you. They are very open-hearted. Also...so many boys look absolutely beautiful. They have this kind of a mediterranian look that mixes with an european look. They look sexy but not cheesy. They look serious & that's what women all over the world like about european guys. This serious...I'm working, pls, k?! -look. But they're also cool ....you know- chill. Normal boys.
But at the knockoutfestival NOBODY spoke english, they were either scared when I said something in english, or they talked in reeeeeeaaaallly looooong seeeentenceees in russian. Which I couldn't understand at all. My russian skills let me curse in 40 different ways and ask for pancakes with mushrooms (which I'm not really eager to try).
At Metallica, on the other hand, everybody suddenly spoke english. We asked for some instructions to get to Stockmann, in the middle of the night, and everybody was like: English? Sure!!
I don't know...maybe James (Metallica singer) inspired people with his "You guys are fucking awsome!!" to get on the english-tune. But it was great! People smiled AND spoke in a language that I understood!
Now I'm feeling that...in Estonia I may die before a boy gets enough courage to say something during daytime while sober... in sunny countries boys may only think of me as a stupid blonde sextoy, BUT I can always go to Latvia and in the first 10 minutes in front of any random Macdonalds (actually I believe they actually have only one...or two) I can have the most interesting and funny conversation with a really goodlooking, quite polite, and perfectly normal boy!
I do love latvians.
What I don't like so much is the city. My friend keeps saying it's ugly, but I don't agree with her. It's not ugly. I think the whole city looks pretty nice. But...yeah...they don't have this beautiful little ancient..medieval old town...with the REAL old cobblestone pavement and little houses and stuff. Their old town is too fake. Newly built. Not cozy at all. The city itsef has big ...huge...gray houses...wide streets with nothing on them. Quite boring.
But I'm from a baltic state too...so I don't mind that they don't have much shops and stuff...I know how boring it is to live in here. I'm used to it. Go to fucking NY if you want to shop.
The main reason why I started liking latvians is the music. They have house music festivals every week. They know how to rave. They stay up 24 hours and laugh in the morning all together. Nobody goes home earlier to write bad reviews for the newspapers whining about the weather and the way all ketchup was gone by the time they got to the food table...or whatever.
When I go to a festival in Estonia then always somebody is whining about something. I was at a concert in here and a couple behind me practically wanted to murder me for jumping when my favourite song got played. I was like: wtf???? It's a fucking concert, we are standing, we are infront of the stage, get the fuccccckkkk away from here if you think it's not polite to fucking move. Fuck.
So I'm really being honest here - it was an incredible change for me to see people actually behave super friendly at concerts and stuff. Smiling. NORMAL!
I always try to smile as much as I can. My cheeks hurt after concerts and festivals! I was having a good time...I was enjoying myself. Everybody can have my ketchup!
I got on the bus at 2 in the morning to go back to Estonia ( a 5 hour ride) and then when the bus was almost ready to leave, a guy came in and asked in russian: Hey everybody, who went to Metallica?
A lot of people rose their hands (I don't know why, but most of the people were latvian).
Then he asked: Did you like it?
We yelled YEEEEEE
And then he said that he has the ticket to go to Estonia but he would like to take his friend with him too BUT...they dont have any money.
At the same moment...like...everybody (at least around me) stretched their hands out with money. I wanted to give 5 lats...which is over 100 kroons...which would have been 1/3 of the ticket money :D (I told my friend too: money is nothing! money is not important!) but the guy didn't even make it to me - he got all the money he needed just from I don't know...4 people. :)
In Estonia you would get the money too, but there was something incredebly sweet how people opened their wallets with smiles on their faces. Without any questions, just pure kindness.
And then I doze off thinking that sometimes the world can be a really nice place.
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July 2008
Friday, 18 July 2008
ayeaaaaaa eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- M is going away for 3 weeks. My heart will die without her.
- I have to call my driving teacher and get some new driving times.
- I have to wait for my university applications to be either accepted or declined.
- I don't like any of the unis that I picked, I'm gonna study some idiotical shit.
- My personal life consists of cookies.
- I don't have any new music coz I don't have time to buy cd's or download or read music forums.
- I feel this unbearable sadness inside. I can't take it anymore, my soul will collapse.
The only good thing is that I'm going to Metallica on sunday in Riga.
After that please give me a 44 Magnum.
Last night me & M went out. First we went to her place and watched Oprah plus tried to drink cognac first with white wine that had an aftertaste which reminded of paper and ham, and then with strawberry champagne. The cognac totally killed the taste of the champagne but we just needed something strong 'cause it's not possible to go to estonian clubs sober.
Then M opened up a bottle of bear and to be honest, it seemed to be the best pick.
On the way to the club we had the most fun. We noticed this blonde guy who was wandering around the old town. He asked us where the Hell Hunt pub was and we told him. 5 minutes later we pumped into him again. This time we said we would take him to the pub ourselves. And that's what we did.
He told us he was a "mulk" that basically means a south estonian. I told him I had seen "mulgiburger" in south estonia. What ever happened to McDonalds.
He laughed. He was very shy. But we were about 15cm taller than him and our skirts looked more like wristbands.
When we got to the club, we went straight to the smoking room & we just sat there and smoked a pack. And I don't even smoke!
Then we danced a little, said some stupid childish things to people (like: M kept repeating: "My name is Jaqcues Chirac") and then we danced some more, ignored some men...
And then at 4 am we came home, put on a niggamovie, made some pizza, took blankets and curled up on the couch. We watched "Friday" (deeeeeeeeeeeem dats hot).
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Dum Dee Damn
Friday, 11 July 2008
Hi yall!
So okay...cool...I just forgot everything I wanted to write about. How...me.
-Ah, I just remembered something. Last week! It was pretty nice & a very busy one. Let me start from the beginning.
I was sitting in the garden with my blonde twin L and we were eating chips and chocolate like it was going to be our last day on earth (which would have been nice considering I don't fit into most of my jeans anymore. But who cares, there are kids who starve in Afghanistan, right?) And then I got a phonecall from one of my niece's. I swear, the convo looked somewhat like this:
she: OOOOOOoooooohstellasoooosooonicetohearfromyouihopeverythingisnicebecauseitisSUUUUCHanicedayandireallyloveitsoahowareyouanyay
me: ...erm? could you..-
she:yeshereiwasthinkingthatmaybeicouldcomeandvisityousometimesoon
me: I didn't actually get that..-
she: *laughing* anditreallyisabeautifuldayandmaybewecouldcomenextweekorohijustforgotihavetogotolondononfridaysomaybeearlier
me: ...say whaaaa-
she:*laughing* everythingissoniceisweartheweatherandeverythingsookaywedensdaysuitsforyou?
me: ee..yes...but -
she:okayCIAOCIAOCIAOCIAOitwassooooooonicetohearfromyouCIAOO
*hangs up*
She talks so damn fast and laughs all the time and she reminds me of a bevy of birds, all colourful, all singing. She is very optimistic too and daaaaamn it's hard to dig what she's layin'.
Anyway, I put down the phone and looked a bit puzzled. My friend turned to me offering chips and asked what was going on. I told her that I think my nieces are going to visit me on wednesday.
"Don't go sunbathin'," she said with a sour smile.
Because earlier that day we had thought that we should definately go sunbathing. It's summer for crying out loud! So we took all our things, she wore pink shorts and I wore a red miniskirt, we took these huge (but extremely cute) handbags, stuffed them with food and magazines and some ciders. The sun was shining. Perfect day for the beach.
After a short but healthy (!) walk we finally got to take off the flipflops and feel the sand between our toes. As soon as we did, the fucking sun went behind a cloud. There was this terrible wind.
We lay down, took our ipods, undressed. And it felt so damn stupid. There was noone at the beach, it was cold and we were almost buttnaked. You call bikini a clothing item? I don't.
We tossed and turned on the blankets (mine is an enlargment of 500 euros :P Boy, I'm expencive.) even my hair was freezing off. But we kept saying to eachother:
"It's summer!" We've been waiting for this! It's not so bad, the sun will come out soon! Yeah, we're estonian, we can take everything! No, seriously, estonians are the most coolest people on the world!" and so on. We got so patriotic that it cost me a fever later.
Finally couple older ladies went pass. They were wearing sweaters and jackets and one of them had this funny purple hat. They were quite surprised when they saw 2 blondes holding on to their blankets with 10 perfectly manicured nails.
I pointed out that we looked quite ridiculous and finally we gathered our things and went away from the freakin' paradise of joy.
Take that, Ibiza!
Also, when I got up to put on my shirt I noticed that we weren't alone. There was a completely naked old fart with a huge beer-belly strolling along the coastline. Very nice...not.
So now we were back to the garden and I just got to know that I have to come back to my beachhouse on wednesday.
And that I did. On wednesday I slept in and my little sister woke me up saying she can't open her yoghurt. First I was about to say some not so nice things about the matter but then I noticed that it was twelve-fucking-o'clock. My guests were supposed to arrive in 30 minutes.
What happened to getting up at 9 and taking a shower plus putting on 45 kilos of make up? What happened to eating the fridge empty and then pretending to be a girl with petit app�tit?
Anyway, now I had a quick "squeeze the toothpaste on the brush and hope for it not to meet with your blouse, skirt or legs" and then rushed to the balcony to look extremely laid back and casual with the latest cosmopolitan and a juice cocktail.
So they arrived with their mother who is really a sweetheart. So there was now 5 girls in the garden. Actually 7 if I count the dogs. We had a lot of fun and it was really a nice day. We went swimming in the evening too. I skipped because I'm not interested in swimmin'n'chattin' when there's the possibility that your neighbour might catch a stream of blood floating pass her left arm.
They decided to stay the night and we played cards and carona. You know this game? Looks like billiard only played outside. I usually play it with my (boy) friend M but you may beat him in it if you're drunk (You know that saying: only children and drunk people have a pillow underneath them when they fall?) or he has something in his eye for more than 1 hour. The first thing may happen but the second one isn't so likely.
The next day I felt like shit though. My little sister was completely out. In bed with a fever.
I tried to continue with my perfect host thingy but it got harder and harder by the minute. Especially with my mother there, who decided to not to go to work and make life hard on me by offering different idiotical activities for us, like: hey go walk a mile.
I was sitting in a huge and smelly pile of shit because the next day I was supposed to go to a summer event in Tallinn. Franz Ferdinand was performing at a beer festival. How weird is that. Anyway, the ticket was extremely cheap and I can drink beer if I imagine it's transparent and tastes like something that's over 40 %.
At the moment I was thinking of staying at home because I really felt �ber bad AND I wanted to go to knockoutfestival in Riga on saturday. The biggest house festival in baltic states.
I saw the add for the festival from a random girls magazine and in a second noticed 2 names between the others. They were Joey Negro and Dennis Ferrer.
"Black Man In Space" started playin' in my head in a second.
(I remember how my friend once said: Why don't they just say negro?! XD)
With the wicked sax sound playing on repeat in my little but sweet gray matter, the thing had been decided. We're going.
And now here I was, feeling sick.
The next day, on friday, I decided to ignore my tumultuous insides and burning forehead, slipped into a foliage green dress and entwined some yellow yarn into my hair to make it look even more rastafari and even more weird than it already is. Yea I know, my friends are thinking whathefuckisshedoing, but ...you know...school is over. High school is over. And we can finally develop our own styles and stuff. I had to wear uniform at school. ;) Not so cool. Though to be honest, we didn't mind it.
And my style is chill style. XD I want to feel nice, warm and fuzzy & damn if yellow yarn can do it then I say bring it on!
So...after that I hit the road.
The concert was cool.I got a really nice view from up where I was sitting. I had no interest whatsoever to go down there and hang in the balance with some really beer-drunken men.
Me and my friend M went around the festival grounds looking for something stronger than beer (we found some green stuff that tasted somewhat like..."some green stuff") and agreed once again that estonian men are cocky and ugly. We were smiling our asses off and they were like "pfff". Actually it made me quite depressed. I walked home later that night and thought about things. Mainly how I'd move to Italy in a second. Or Greece. Or Azerbaijan for that matter.
We came to this tortilla wagon that I've written about before and I remembered how the last time me & M went to a club, we sat there and ate burgers at 3 in the morning, when this older english bloke came to chat. He asked what he should order, what's the best tortilla wagon can offer. I was quite drunk so I shouted: ORDER SHIT
and then I added: WITH KETCHUP
How mature of me. Fortunately the guy was right on my own intelligence level, so he yelled to his friend: HEY, ORDER SHIT WITH KETCHUP
and then looked at us with a really big smile.
M said: he's an idiot.
And I agreed.
*rolls eyes*
:DAnyway, after the friday night concert I went to bed really late...probably more like early. Early in the morning. I slept a few hours and then got up at 7 and took a shower and packed my stuff for Riga. I wanted to sleep so bad...I was soooo tired. But I managed to pull myself together and I caught the bus. As I was sitting in the bus my friend L called: CiaoCiao S I'm not gonna make it.I was like...shiet. :( Why did I make it then??? I could have slept some moooore!
Anyway blablbla lets skip the morning program lol and I'll continue from the moment I was on the Tallinn-Riga bus. Wow and what a bus that was! It looked cooler than an airplane. From the inside I mean XD It had these big white leather seats and stuff. We were like...what the fuck, what happened to a bus packed with goats. LOL, okay, it hasn't be THAT bad. XD But still... I've never liked those red velvet seats. I happen to really hate velvet. It gives me goosepumps. As soon as I had sit down a really beautiful blonde girl came and asked if I wanted a plaid. DAMN that's cool. XD I nudged my friend P and said: We're in Europe. XD Fuck even now when I think of it, it makes me laugh. 'Cause...we have lots of stuff in Estonia...we go to private school...we have big houses and computers and laptops... but the services...the way people at shops and places like this communicate...it's horrible. The local salesperson-woman could berate you worse than your own mother. And now... you get offered plaids! Damn, that's what's Europe all about! :D So we got to Riga faster than ever, I didn't even notice the time fly pass.
In Riga me, P and L were surprised because somehow with one year the people had gone prettier, the city had nicer and the communication was a lot better too. NOBODY spoke english, but everybody smiled! Made me feel so nice and happy. But seriously...in every single city and country they at least TRY to speak english (even in France. Everybody warned me about the french, but I had no problems whatsoever with speaking english there!) but in Riga they either blush and mumble something in latvian or they look for their friend and THEN mumble something in latvian and blush or they just look at you with a really confused face, mumble something in latvian and take a hike. Like really, in Stockmann, none of the workers could help us when we asked directions to the Zakusala island, where the festival was being held. And believe me, it's no fun to ask about an island that you practically can't pronounce and you're probably making yourself look real' stupid. I told my friend P that I can ask for directions but she has to say the name of the island. So we went to a woman and I said: Can you tell me where is the... *I turned to my friend* *My friend looked puzzled* *I coughed* *Her eyes wandered on the walls* *The woman is looking puzzled* *I'm feeling embarrassed* *Me & My friend say at the same time:* "Eee...Zaku...Zakusaku...sakuzala..zala? Zala island?" XD
Anyway, then L called her father and asked him to check the google map. So in 5 minutes he called back and said: Okay go out from the shop, and now, follow the sun until you get to a river, then turn left and cross the bridge. The following 30 minutes we discussed, shocked, how did his father know where the sun was! He is in Estonia! - I don't know in my own freakin' garden where the sun is! Finally we agreed it was pure magic. We were also drinking these really really cool things. :D They looked like Breezers, only they were made of vodka and cherry juice and they were 14,5 % like wauww...Breezer is 4,5 % and makes me sleepy. After 2 of these wonderful little drinks I felt very good. I was in my normal condition. Everything was nice, the sun was shining and I was about to see Joey Negro and Dennis Ferrer. *saxophone sounds*
Basically the festival itself started at 3 in the afternoon, but we were keeping ourselves busy in the Hesburger and with wandering on the streets in the so called Old Town (which reminds me of everything but an Old Town). Also we asked for direction from several random persons and we had to go back to the Stockmann after we had walked half of the way to the festival because the vodka-cherryjuice bottles were empty. So, as you can guess, we took it in our usual chill-style.
At one point some drunk men came to talk to us, but the only thing I managed to understand was at the end of the "conversation" when he said: "mjootherfjuuckerr" XD
It came out that the most help we got from old hoes who sat under the trees with their feet rotting. I approached one and my friends looked quite suspicious but the guy was really helpful and so was the other hobo we talked to later on.
At 18 we finally arrived, quite drunk, quite happy, quite excited, quite drunk.
We made our way over the hay field when about 3 or 4 (I don't know, maybe I saw double XD ) policemen asked us to get off the grass and walk on the road like normal people. And that we did. I also yelled ISVINITE back at them. It's supposed to mean "excuse me" in russian. And L added: PADASTITJE
which actually means "wait" XD
We do love anything that rhymes. :D
The guards checked my bag like super super carefully. They opened up everything. It was the first time I actually saw someone other than myself or my friends open up my make up bags and check all the mascaras and eyeshadows. The guard looked at my sunpowder for so long that I was about to say: Okay, keep it.
She took my headache pills...which was not nice of her...because I needed them.
At the same time my friend L, with her huge pink bag, stood right next to me & when I got my bag searched we just walked away together. No-one checked her. XD
She was very drunk too and she just said: laaa-lalalala :D
So XD I don't know...security MY ASS!
As soon as I entered the festival grounds I felt good. I felt awsome. The music was so loud we could hear it from really far. And now I was standing there. Shit, it felt better than... I don't know. I felt so good I can't put it into words. My friends looked real' happy too, but I was practically dying of happiness. I swear, I have to work as a dj or something. Or a party manager lol. Seriously. Anything with music please.
I'll go start making blank cd's in a factory. XD Fail.
The bartenders were smiling, the sun was setting. The only that was missing was the plan of the invent...a schedual...anykind of information. So immidiately I started asking people but noone knew anything. Finally I talked to a lady in some random booth (Dunno what she was selling and if it was legal lol) and I asked her to open the festivals' webpage and then she wrote the times and the dj's on paper. It was really nice of her, so I tried to make a compliment to her in russian. P said later that I had told her: You. Very Beautiful. Hair.
Well...it's not that bad, isn't it? She must've gotten the point and everything. And she did have nice hair. Curly. :D
will continue... (yes it was a threat)
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Tuesday, 8 July 2008
Arhilde pani ajalehest v�ljal�igatud rists�na lauale ja pistis pliiatsi hommikumantli taskusse. Pliiatsi otsas olnud kustutuskumm lendas otsast ning veeres maha, moodustades hetke p�rast vaikelu pooliku kummikinda ning varesekorjusega.
Talle meenus kuidas Osmini oli r��kinud mehest, kes kartis ubasid. Avanud kapiukse v�ttis ta riiulilt m��rdunud purgi ja pistis �he oa p�ske. Tummalt m�lus ta kuiva vilja. Ei mingit hirmu.
"Pagan kui igav v�ib olla..." m�mises ta ja tegi katset uue oaga.
�ks tugevam tuuleiil l�i �kitselt vastu akent ning l�i selle siis suure pauguga teise toanurka vanamehe segamini voodile. Padja alt jooksis v�lja vesiste silmadega hiir. Arvatavasti oli ta nutnud.
"..kui, kui igav..." pomises Arhilde ja ta silmad liikusid voodilt tagasi t�hjale aknaaugule. Tuul ei raugenud ja keerutas ta halle kiharaid kesk kopitanud h�marust. Kusagil mj�ugus kass. V�i siis oli see too ubasid kartnud mees. Kass oleks vaat et ebaloogilisem. Kassidel on v�hemalt mingisugune hall mass kahe karvase k�rva vahel. Ubade kartjatel on seal vaid hirm ja t�en�oliselt hulganiselt maisi. Ning intelligentsete olevuste tee sohhu ei viinud.
Mingil veidral p�hjusel aga mj�ugumine ei l�ppenud. Arhilde tatsas ettevaatlikult seinas haigutavale aknat�himikule l�hemale ning piilus v�lja.
M�lkas lamas hiiglaslikus s�tendavas lillas kleidis Dolores Dalle ja toppis suhu pohli. Sealt siis ka see mj�uguv heli. (Kui m�nel tekkis n��d k�simusi, siis oodake selle raamatu l�puni ja ma m�tlen selle �le j�rgmist kirjutades.)
Arhildele tuli peale k�hahoog ning ta l�kastas, end viie soonilise s�rme ja nelja murdunud k��nega seinast kinni hoides, pool kopsu v�lja. Seej�rel �ritas ta end pisut rohkem sirgu ajada ja p�hkis rinnaesiselt oat�kikesi.
Dolores l�petas pohlade sisse ahmimise ja t�stis pilgu. Ta ei teinud katsetki naeratada, sest n�ljased inimesed ei ole kunagi eriliselt naeratusaltid. Selle asemel t�usis ta p�sti ja tippis, kleidiserva �leval hoides, pisikestes lillades kummikutes l�hemale.
"Tere Arhilde," �tles ta iga silbiga pohlaseemneid pildudes.
Vanamees peaaegu et soovis, et talle oleks omal ajal m�ni hea l�hike ja m�juv h��dnimi kujunenud. N�iteks "A".
"Ma siin m�tlesin, et paneks �ige poe kinni ja vaataks mida metsarahvas ette on v�tnud," ta soengult sadas h�bedast tolmu. T�en�oliselt oli ta pea enne tulemist mitmel korral vastu poelaest rippuvat diskopalli l��nud.
Arhilde p��ras end s�nagi lausumata aegluubis �mber ja kadus toa mustavasse s�gavikku.
Dolores, kes oli alati vanamehe vastu teatud kiindumust tundnud, ei vaevunud ukse avamisega ning puges akna kaudu sisse. Ta siputas paar hetke ��rmiselt ebanaiselikult keset mullast p�randat, meenutades....noh...maas ukerdavat s�tendavas lillas kleidi naist, ning sai end siis viimaks p�lvini aetud.
Arhilde istus k��gilaua taga ja vaatas aastate jooksul k�vaks trambitud p�randat mis oli �leni kaetud mingi kahtlase h�bedase jamaga. V�ljal�igatud rists�na nurgad laperdasid tuules.
Dolores t�usis p�sti - astus julgelt voodini ning tegi endale tarmukalt aknaraami k�rvale ruumi.
"Ma kuulasin raadiot ja seal r��giti, et organismi puhastamiseks on vaja aegajalt ette v�tta �ks suurem ning asjalikum dieet. Ma muidu �ldse ei hakkaks siin..." ta heitis pilgu mullastele k��nealustele ning pohlavarsi t�is kleidit�llile, "aga m��dunud neljap�ev ma l�ksin kemmergusse ja kui ma sealt v�lja tulin ja aias kokku riisutud lehehunniku p�lema panin..." ta k�hatas, "No �tleme nii, et Mikul ja Tikul pole siiamaani kulmud tagasi kasvanud." Ta heitis veidi abitu pilgu vooditekile. "Arhilde...t�tt�elda. Ma nii...Ma nii koledasti armastan neid vahvleid."
Arhilde pomises pool-valjul h��lel "V�ljaheide...neli t�hte...kolmas t�ht on "i""
"Arhilde...! Ma �tlen sulle...ma ei tule toime selle dieediga. Mul on abi vaja... No ma...ma kohe ei tea mida teha!"
"...tt" l�petas Arhilde pastakaga viimased t�hed.
"Arhilde! Kas sa kuulasid mida ma r��kisin?"
Vanamees silus korra kolletunud paberit ja �tles siis: "Oad on kapis," t�stis siis silmad ja irvitas kavalalt, "ega sa ei karda?"
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