(51) Estonian Silence

People change at night. From educated lawyers and consultants, sensitive artists and even from careless bankers, all that’s left are dark silhouettes of tired corpses with senses so weak, they can’t see the far corner of the street, not even with the help of streetlights. And they get weaker on the inside, too. They’d like to be hugging with someone in the their beds and those who are left alone are falling into depressions from loneliness. Allmighty humans… plain darkness is laughing at your vulnerability. All this I didn’t experience during my 6 weeks of polar day. But now, the ferry left me in the middle of deep dark night in an unknown city, I can’t see much and more than during the day I am taken by the fact that there’s no one waiting for me…

 

…the last bar is closing and only one girl is weeping on the stairs below the city silhouette…

 

 

…Tallinn is silent a empty this time of night…

 

 
…it’s Tuesday, end of July soon, I’m on this journey for 16 and half weeks. That’s what I was counting while the sun was slowly and lazily rising up towards the new day…

 

 

…the light, so obvious, natural and certain, but what would we do without it. It’s waking up Tallinn now…

 

 

…medieval walls are burning by red flames of early light and we can see the world for one more day…

 

 

…Estonian countryside is just as medieval as Tallinn is… 

 

…and Baltic Sea, someone threw big boulders in its waters…

 

 

…heading south along the coast, I had to set up a camp for the night. It is early, but I can’t be driving anymore after the sleepless night…

 

 

…shallow brownish water surface didn’t move in its time of silence before the storm…

 

 

…the first raindrop gave me a clear sign to finally wrap myself in my sleeping bag, exhausted…

 

 

…when I woke up, I saw fallen trees and branches, neighbour’s puppy was splash-splashing in lake, which used to be a meadow, the devastation all around me indicated clearly, that I just slept through a massive storm. After my experience with the storm by Barent’s Sea, I was fairly happy with that. Sometimes, not always, but sometimes it might be better to close your eyes and wait till the thunders go away.