In Estonia [Older Fragment]

I’m reading the mails of my team, as if this was any other evening in my life, as if it didn’t matter anymore where or with whom I was – only determined by and limited to what I had taken on as a responsibility. I watch the snowflakes dance and listen to Marjams voice telling a fairytale to her son in a language I will never understand.

We had talked about happiness, about ambition, about ability and how life can sometimes cross your plans and throw you offtrack in a way that you will never be the same person again. Her tea tasted like sun while outside winter was claiming the city.