And I am back

What did I see

Oh, perjantai

So everything is extremely expensive around here. Today I drank the most expensive half a liter beer of my life- app 8 euros. Well not bad at all. But never mind that.

Everything around here has been so contemporary conceptual socially critically sexy, so by using the post-dramatic immortal glasses... Well what are we left with then.

I can see how the worlds are so different that.. I'm confused- where does Estonia situate? Like really?
Sometimes here is the question of how we have old east and stuff but.. How about the mentality of people? We are the young generation but as we've been raised by the old, we are nevertheless carrying the same mentality somehow. For example productivity and being material not immaterial in our works. It's hard to follow without knowing what we have been talking about the last week but anyhow.

And the try to understand each other- without knowing the context. And it is so different. And even working the past ten years- it hasn't made any difference in this picture. Yes, somehow it has but on the other hand it hasn't at all.
That's sad. But that's the fact.

Here are Swedish who drink the best Alsace wine and talk about the colors and flavors and richness. Then comes estonian lady from the kitchen bringing sandwich snacks to everybody and suddenly the Latvian guy is asking "what do you mean feminism". Again reality strikes. Who was a kommunist when he grew up and who lives in Berlin today yet the background is being the 6% minority swede in Finland (yet owning the shitload of the money of the country) and that's amazing.

Or when we go outside to have a cigarette break- all one can see and hear is "yes, but no, I have an opinion..". And this constant never ending self presentation. You are the one building your public image and you have to take care of that. But if for once you're performing (others can tell because everyone is from that field!)- you're being judged.

I have to end this now, otherwise I'll be mean, not self ironical- because that's the only thing that we have left- self irony.
Thank You.

I hope I'll be better person tomorrow than I was today.

Two bananas, one peach, three kiwis, two apples and two oranges

And the price- six euros.

I took three books with me-
Milan Kundera- The book of laughter and forgetting.
Prosper Merimee- Carmen
Doug Coupland- Life after God.

As it appears, no matter I only slept an hour tonight- I find no sleep. Or at least not easily.
I start with Milan.

And no pillow menu.

Afternoon

The flights went ok. As recently (I mean the past year or so) I've sometimes felt claustrophobia then.. I was a bit.. Well, everything went ok.

Of course arriving Trondheim airport, Madis was pulled over for a little check-check. Suspicious as he is. Of course.

Then, a little bit later, arriving to our apartment, we made buckwheat porridge and soon the hungry Estonians enjoyed their feast.

And now everybody is enjoying little Internet moments. Later today we'll meet the others, one performance coming up and after that- dinner.

I wouldn't have believed to say this, but.. It's so warm here. +3 degrees is better than -12.

And then to Trøndheim

At the Lennart Meri airport.

My hair is still wet from the morning shower. And the bittersweet taste of an orange in my mouth.

Jim didn't sleep at all. Ok, took a nap for half an hour. I managed with half an hour more. And Madis doesn't look like he has been sleeping much more either.

There are different beats in the air. Excitement, tiredness.. And something more, which I can't quite figure out yet.

Ok, let's go.