Humbertti
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Once, many years ago, actually it was the first day of October after the collapse of the soviet union 1991, I had been living for a while with my wife in Tallin, the Capital city of Estonia.
At that time there was turmoil and insecurity, and the daying of the economy had hardened hamppering the everyday life. The whole eastern Europe was more or less in the same state, causing the collapse of the communism and the Soviet Union.
Also, the worsened boundary between Russian-speaking and the Estonia speaking people could be heard and seen, it occurred in the markets and in the street and every day the consulate of Finland looked much in the same fashion as the American Embassy in Saigon after the collapse of the Vietnam regime, overcrowded by the visa seekers.
Where Vietnamese wanted to go to America - Estonians wanted to go over the Gulf to Finland, both driving by the same spirit- the capitalism, the American dream:- getting ahead, to have better flat, and to have a car- wester fashioned car and western fashioned stuff of any sort, before all to have hard currency.
The Russian-speaking inhabitants weren't very popular- they were seen to be guilty of this regression and they felt down and out.
There was ingerian population among the Russian and Estonian, they were so-called Russian Finn, Finish origin peasants; who were driven from Finland to Russia couple of hundred years ago, now feeling privileged and proud to be Finnish origin they loudly declared everyone how they have suffered under the Soviet regime, discriminated for their origin, they wanted to show their privileges for everyone. We were travelling aboard the ferry Linda from
Tallin over the Gulf to Helsinki. The passengers aboard were Russian and Estonian. Many of them were quiet and excited, making their first voyage to abroad.
There was a bunch of women at a table and I could overhear a loud conversation spoken in Finnish language, the protagonist being an ingerian woman. They drank a lot and talked much, and suddenly there was a high-pitched voice, carried from a corner to corner in the sitting saloon:
"Jest Ruskijee na karple"!! "Any Russian aboard!? The voice belonged to the drinking ingeria woman who was called out this unexpected and deep disturbing calling.
There was no answer, the Russian passengers sat quietly feeling be hurt by this drunken woman.
IT was the year
At that time there was turmoil and insecurity, and the daying of the economy had hardened hamppering the everyday life. The whole eastern Europe was more or less in the same state, causing the collapse of the communism and the Soviet Union.
Also, the worsened boundary between Russian-speaking and the Estonia speaking people could be heard and seen, it occurred in the markets and in the street and every day the consulate of Finland looked much in the same fashion as the American Embassy in Saigon after the collapse of the Vietnam regime, overcrowded by the visa seekers.
Where Vietnamese wanted to go to America - Estonians wanted to go over the Gulf to Finland, both driving by the same spirit- the capitalism, the American dream:- getting ahead, to have better flat, and to have a car- wester fashioned car and western fashioned stuff of any sort, before all to have hard currency.
The Russian-speaking inhabitants weren't very popular- they were seen to be guilty of this regression and they felt down and out.
There was ingerian population among the Russian and Estonian, they were so-called Russian Finn, Finish origin peasants; who were driven from Finland to Russia couple of hundred years ago, now feeling privileged and proud to be Finnish origin they loudly declared everyone how they have suffered under the Soviet regime, discriminated for their origin, they wanted to show their privileges for everyone. We were travelling aboard the ferry Linda from
Tallin over the Gulf to Helsinki. The passengers aboard were Russian and Estonian. Many of them were quiet and excited, making their first voyage to abroad.
There was a bunch of women at a table and I could overhear a loud conversation spoken in Finnish language, the protagonist being an ingerian woman. They drank a lot and talked much, and suddenly there was a high-pitched voice, carried from a corner to corner in the sitting saloon:
"Jest Ruskijee na karple"!! "Any Russian aboard!? The voice belonged to the drinking ingeria woman who was called out this unexpected and deep disturbing calling.
There was no answer, the Russian passengers sat quietly feeling be hurt by this drunken woman.
IT was the year
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