ONE CIRCLE CLOSED, ANOTHER OPENED AND THE WEAVING IN THE CARPET OF THE EARTH CONTINUED...

Thursday, 23 June 2011

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS



Dear diary,


I live alone in a big house in the midst of beautiful green fields. Flat as a sheet of paper it could be confused with any Estonian landscape if one saw it on the picture. My host Tiiu is a kind Estonian lady who has never lived in Estonia however. She left two days ago on a journey and will be back in three weeks time.


Meanwhile I promised to stay here and look after one cow who does not give milk, three dogs who run away every night if I do not put them on a chain and some geese and chicken who do not lay eggs. I would think it to be a dream, or some sort of a mirror of life where everything is nothing more but an image. I wonder what it means. Yet if you can read this then it must be real, unless you were a part of my dream or I was a part of yours.


Yesterday I talked to my father over Skype. He said that summer had begun in Estonia. I said it was the first day of winter in Argentina. I told him that the weather was quite mild, sixteen degrees Celsius above zero. He said it was like Estonian summer then. We laughed.


There was a thunderstorm last night and the entire village was left without electricity. Only one supermarket with a loud generator standing in front of it was open. There were many people inside - everyone came to get candles. I too wanted to buy some, but arrived late and could only get a few packages of church candles that would probably burn no longer than an hour.


Mandarins are in season, I got one kilo - a delicious treat. Their smell, the candles, a burning fireplace - feels a lot like Christmas. Why not? - after all today is the longest night of the year in the southern hemisphere, and if it were truly a mirror image, then it could very well be Christmas Eve.


They say the blackout would last a few days. The sun rises here at eight and sets around six; I am glad it is not an Estonian winter.


The computer has still some battery left, but for how long - I should perhaps stop writing and post this.



June 23, 2011
Chascomus, province of Buenos Aires,
Argentina

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