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Rereading Old Posts

25. December 2013

As the old year is running out, it is time to take a trip down memory lane. Today, I am rereading old posts and remembering my adventures, both quiet and wild. Was that really me living like that?

Much has happened this year. Most importantly, I got myself a new job.This blog has followed me from Russia to Denmark, to Estonia and back again since 2008. It is time to close it down. But who knows? I might return on a new blog the next time I go abroad. In the meantime, I have begun my very own Build a State for Dummies. – I wonder where it will take me.

 Btw: Writing more letters and postcards paid off, my New Year’s resolution will be the same in 2014.

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The Rules of Colds

7. May 2013
  • If you plan to go somewhere in the weekend…
  • If you plan to meet with friends you haven’t seen for ages…
  • If you leave your jacket because the sun shines…
  • If you forget the scarf…
  • If there is this tiny breeze…
  • If you eat too little: garlic, vitamin C, vitamin D, carrots, milk products…
  • If you drink too little tea, coffee, cocoa…
  • If you hate medicine…
  • If you have a job to do…
  • If you get a new job…
  • If you are busy…
  • If you’re around children all day…

– You get a cold!

When the Teacher Becomes Your Friend

20. March 2013

Today I was reminded of a former lecturer of mine from university. Not that I attended more than a couple of his lectures and one field trip, but he was a legend among the students at the Department of History and Area Studies. So, no one could attend university and not know of him. Knowing of, I say. I remember how some of my fellow students had a fan club to that lecturer. One day, on a trip, they competed in how much they knew about the their favourite lecturer. Who knew where he was born? Who knew the name of his daughter? Who had met his daughter? And, finally, the winner was the one who could say that he had danced with the lecturer’s wife at a university party.
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Join the club!

10. March 2013

Most Danes are members of two or more clubs and societies. Stamp collectors’ societies, swimming clubs, scout troops, knitting clubs, history societies, reading clubs, taekwondo clubs, sports clubs, music bands, choirs you name it! Today I saw an article, which claimed that some years ago all you had to do was leave two Danes alone for a while and they would start a club or a society. It made me realise that all the secret clubs I made with my friends in grade school maybe weren’t that unique. It’s apparently in our blood.

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Denmark – The Capitol of Sweden

5. March 2013

I remember a FB status of one of my friends, complaining how too few had heard of her country, Estonia, and almost everyone thought it a province in Russia. On that same day I made my own complaint because Denmark is about the same size of Estonia and we have a lot of the same problems, when foreigners percieve our country:

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Slower than slow

26. February 2013

I have not been blogging lately. Seems as if there is less to blog about in good ol’ Denmark than in Estonia. Life is slow. I’m still searching for permanent employment and while other Danes seem to worry about urgent jobs, horse meat and the cold weather, I wonder which book to read in tomorrow and whether or not I am able to teach German.

The Old Fish Revisited

13. November 2012

In September I had the chance to once more visit my former Comenius host high-school. Vana-Kalamaja Täiskasvanute Gümnaasium had not changed overly much. New computers had been added to my old classroom, the ground floor had been renovated and the teachers’ room had been moved down from 3rd floor and was now bigger, with a tea kitchen. I was happy to see the smiles of employees, colleagues and pupils as I met them in the hallways and in the teachers’ room. Some of them asked, with hope in their voices, if I was back for good? Would I teach them English again? Would I need my appartment again? I truely love them all. Even those teachers who had kept to themselves all the time when I worked at the school now found time to speak with me and to ask how I was. One teacher, when hearing that I had been with them only one school year added: But I was sure we had you for two years. We all got so used to seeing you in front of the computer in the teacher’s room.