Indian summer has arrived to Tallinn, maple trees are red and yellow, the Sun actually shines in the middle of the day and you don't need to have a down jacket on yet. We walk towards the sea Saturday night, it is getting dark in Kalamaja. After 3 years in New York, I get a feeling once in a while that everybody looks so Estonian - so blond and a bit worn out. In a second I realise that I am back home and everybody even speaks Estonian. Kalamaja at night time smells earthy.
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