Kui lahkub keegi, kes on olnud taustaks su varase nooruse unistustemaailmas, pudeneb taas üks leht ja tõded, et oled jälle veidi rohkem raagu jäänud.

Mis on nostalgia? Me ei igatse ju tagasi neid aegu, mis on mööda läinud, igatseme neid unistusi, mis meil siis olid ja mille kohta me ei teadnud, et need ei täitu.


When someone leaves this world, someone who has been as a background in the world of your youth dreams, it's like a leaf has fallen again and you are more bare than before.

What is  nostalgy? We really don't miss the past times, we miss the dreams which we had then. We didn't know yet that they will not come true..

Inimene on vist siiski loodud õnnelik olema. Miks muidu teeb õnnelik olemine teda õnnelikuks.
Aga suvi on nüüd läbi. Täiesti.
Ma ei suutnud otsustada, kumb pilt siia panna suvelõpu mälestuseks. Panin mõlemad.

A man (including a woman...) seems to be created to be happy. Why otherwise being happy makes one happy?
But the summer is over now. Completely.
I couldn't choose which of the photos to put up here to the memory of the summer's end. I put both.

Üleeile:

Eile:

Ikka veel paistab päike. The sun is keeping shining.

Mõnel päeval oled rohkem elus kui mõnel teisel. Mõnikord juhtub nii olema koguni kaks päeva järjest.
Laupäeval käid kirbuturul ja ostad sealt kleidi, kingad ja koti. Jood F-hoones kohvi ning naudid ilma ja inimesi. Siis jalutad linna ja ostad mantli. Jalutad veel linnas ja lähed trammiga koju. Ja päike paistab. On september.
Pühapäeval sõidate teenistust pidama endisesse kogudusse. Mõlemad. Altaripilt on sama elav kui varem. Pärast joote kohvi lauatäie koguduse liikmetega ja lahkudes kallistate südamlikult. Väike grill tütre juures. Puualused õunatavad ja rohu sees õitseb vaikselt üks hiline kannike. Päike paistab. September.

There are days when you are more alive than other days. Sometimes it happens to be even two days in a row.
On Saturday you visit a flea market and get a dress, shoes and bag. You drink coffee in the F-hoone and enjoy watching the life and people. Afterwards you have a walk to the centre of town, and buy a coat. You walk more, then take a tram and go home.The sun is shining. It's September.
On Sunday you have a service in your former church. You both are there. The altar painting is as alive as it used to be. After the service you have a coffee with a tableful of church members,  a lot of hearty hugs when you leave.  A little BBQ at your daughter's place. Apples, apples under the trees and a late violet blooming quietly in the grass. The sun is shining. September.

Soe udune septembriõhtu Viimsis. Emad lastega, noored mehed. vanaprouad, paarid... tulemas ja minemas läbi sooja udu..
Küll tahaks mõelda, et nad lähevad koju, panevad lauale selle hea, mille ostsid ja naudivad kaunist eluhetke.

Warm and misty September evening. Mothers with kids, young men, old ladies, couples... coming and going through this warm mist. How would I like to believe they are going home, take out the good stuff they've bought and enjoy the fair moment of the life!

Väike naine imeliku mustrilise torukaabuga astus rutakalt mööda tänavat.
See oli veider. Ma tahtsin teda lähemalt vaadata. On ta lihtsalt ekstravagantne? On tal luulud? Püüdsin teha võimalikult ükskõikset nägu ja piiluda eeskäija selja tagant seda omapärast vastutulijat.
Ootamatult tekkis minu ja tema vahele tühik. Naine vaatas mulle otsa, naeratas kergelt ja ütles: "Tere."

A little woman with a strange ornamented pipe hat was hurrying down the street.
It was grotesque. I wanted to have a closer look of her. Is she just bizarre? Is she somewhat delusional?
Trying to look nonchalant, I peeked from behind the man before me to see better this unusual woman walking towards me. Unexpectedly there was an empty space between us. The woman looked at me, smiled slightly and said: "Hello!"