English below 🙂

Mul viimastel päevadel nii tihe olnud, et pole jõudnud siia miskit kirjutada, ent sündmusi on ikka olnud küll ja veel.

Nimelt käisin paar päeva tagasi Coresi kaubanduskeskuses ning sinna jõudmiseks pidin ühistransporti kasutama. Sattusin juhuslikult tipptundi ning bussis loksumine vihmase ilmaga polnud küll mu meelistegevusi.

OSA 1: Sinna minnes istusin ilusti koha peale ning mõtlesin, et reis läheb ilusti ilma mingisuguste vingerpussideta. Oh ei, 5 minutit juba bussis istudes tundsin rämedat fekaalihaisu. Ma teadsin, et siin sõidab ühistranspordiga hulga rohkem inimesi ja ka rahvas on veidi kirjum. Vaatasin endast paremale ja nägin vanemas eas meesterahvast, kes juhuslikult ka pruuni värvi riietesse end sättinud oli. Taotluslik? Ei oska öelda. Aga jube rõve oli. Tõusin püsti ja pidin ruttu välja jooksma, aga õnneks ta lahkus enne kui ma ukseni jõudsin.

Tegin paar kiiremat tiiru kaubanduskeskuse peal ja oligi aeg tagasi pöörduda.

OSA 2: Istusin ilusti järjekordselt bussile, olles natukene vihmaga üle tibutatud. Mõni hetk hiljem nägin, et rahvas vahib mind nagu ma oleks püksi lasknud. Ei, minust iste tagapool oli mingi noormees mitte eriti ilusates riietes ja ta oli kogu selle bussisõidu vältel minuga juttu puhunud. Kuna ma keelest aru ei saa, siis otseloomulikult on mul automaatne blokk ees. Ma ei julgenud tahapoole vaadata, vaid nautisin aknal vihmapiisku. Minut hiljem noormees lahkus ning sain taas rahulikult lõpp-peatuseni istuda.

Astusin bussist välja ja vihma sadas juba rohkem. Kuna mul oli selline suvine riietus, siis sattusin nii mõnegi pilgu osaliseks kuniks jõudsin kodutänavale, kus kaks vanemat meest mulle midagi emakeeles karjusid. Kiirem samm sisse ja kodus ma olingi.

Jah, need väiksed asjad on, miks ma seda linna nii väga armastan! 😀

Jaana

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ENG:

I have been so very busy lately that I could not even have the time to post anything. However, the events have been quite colorful.

I went to Coresi to shop and for that I needed to use the public transport. Of course I managed to be in the rush hour and with “wonderful” weather it was not one of my favorite activities.

PART I: On my way there I managed to find a loner seat and thought that the trip there would go without any funny interruptions. Oh no, after 5 minutes I felt something smells like enormous shit. I knew of course that there are more people here riding with public transportation and the community here is quite colorful. I was looking to my right and saw an older man and of course he was dressed in the color or brown as well. Intentional? I don’t know. But it was quite ribald. I stood up and I felt the urge to leave quickly but he managed to get out of the bus before me and I made it till Coresi.

I made couple of quicker rounds at the mall and it was already time to leave.

PART II: And again I was on a bus, being a little bit poured over by the rain. Few moments later I saw I was being stared at by the people on the bus like I had peed myself or something. No, on the seat behind me there was a young man who was not in such pretty clothes really and he had been talking to me the whole bus ride. Of course if I don’t understand anything I’ll get this automatic block and I close myself from the conversation as usual. At this instance the dialogue was more of a monologue. I didn’t even bother to look behind, instead looking outside of the window where some raindrops had left their marks. A minute later the man left and I was again alone and successfully managed to reach my final destination stop.

I stepped out of the bus and the weather was more rainier than before. As I kinda had summer clothing then people kept on staring at me like they would in Estonia until I reached my home street where two older guys yelled something from behind to me in their native language. Faster step in and reached home sooner than expected.

Yes, those little things are why I love this city so much.

Jaana