I was leaving Tartu this day, because my flight from Tallinn was on the next. And there was nothing more which I badly wanted to do in Tartu, -but there was also very little for me to do in Tallinn. So, I thought I'd see where the day took me. -And it didn't start by taking me far. I got up late, and went to take the keys for the flat back to the Aunt of the family. We exchanged a few words, and she said "Oh, just a second; I have to go take care of something, then I'll be right back." So, I sat there, and looked at the film which was playing on the Television. It's some... Mexican styled action film, called Desperado. Much fighting, and expert gun-slinging. Explosions... and an evil Drug lord. (Admittedly, there were some parts of it which were interesting, and a step above totally predictable.)

Anyhow though, as I didn't have anything particular planned for the day, I ended up staying and watching the whole film. This took up so much time, that I only got to Tallinn at 4:30. Even so though, I had little to do. I got lucky though, and managed to contact an old friend... well, at least someone I'd spoken to a few times. She's a... Hmmm... Modern dancer/choreographer/Artistic person that I met when we were both in one of the big Musicals in Tartu. It was a bit of a... strange situation as I was calling her at first though, (which had been a day or two before, in Tartu.) This was because when we parted, but half said we'd keep in touch, she gave me her e-mail, a phone number, and her nickname. (If you know me, then you know how bad I am with names. So I hadn't a clue at the time what her real name was. I still don't.) She called herself, and was called by some other people, "Kurinuku," -which means a something-pupet. OK. Fine. But... when I was calling her, a couple of years later, what would I do if her parents answered the phone? Me, with hardly any Estonian at all, asking to speak to the daughter, who's name I didn't even know. I didn't think that would have gone too well. In the end though, I was lucky; the phone number I had was for Kurinuku's mobile phone. So, it worked out fine.

Anyhow in the late afternoon, I got to hang around at her place for a while. Then her boy-friend came back, and we went out shopping, then came back cooking together. It was nice, relaxed, and soon became evening. A bit odd though, was the fact that... a roommate, -No, just a friend of theirs, who had come over to have a beer and a talk, was in the Army. He'd been stationed with the peace-keeping... people, in Irak. He'd actually been there, with a gun slung on his back. And we were looking through his pictures, that he'd taken.

It was a strange, strange experience for strong pacifistic me. There truly was an immediate... Dislike isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind. -suspicion of dislike. There probably shouldn't have been though. He was a nice guy, besides which, in Estonia, a one or two year military service is mandatory. (Well, something like that. Most people have the military service anyhow.) Ugghhh! (That's what I couldn't help feeling, with pictures of Guns, tanks, roadblocks, and Americans.) Yes, that was one topic of discussion we had: Americans.

My views of course were prejudiced, (as all neighbor's views are,) and were not often complementary. It was very interesting to hear his views though: that he found the American soldiers there to be "Undisciplined." Not in the way of unruly, but more like badly trained. That... was interesting to hear, about a country that's so, SO proud of it's military.

It doesn't sound like it, but I had long conversation with the other people there as well. Mostly artistic this and that, and hearing about the projects my friend was taking part of, and was interested in. I also tried Absinthe. (For those old fashioned people who only know it from the 19th century, No Worries! It's become an up to date, somewhat fashionable drink to make with care. And much, much safer than it used to be.) Still though, it's got the whole daring excitement wrapped around it, and a ceremony about how to prepare it, (with a spoon, some sugar, a flame, and I don't remember what all.) It didn't taste at all bad, and I can appreciate the... spectacle and ceremony of it's preparation.

By the time I left there, it was rather late, and I only got to Ruta's place at eleven o-clock (... and if you don't know who she is, you haven't read all the days before this one.) We still sat up and had more of a talk after that though. What did we talk of? Well, life, I guess. If you've read about what I did the day before, then you'll know what I mean when I say that this is another person who I'd decided to tell Everything to. (Someone I meet at a party, who lives in a different city, and who I'd never see again after noon the next day? Let's Talk!) So, that was my last night in Estonia.