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At first, I must express my strong dissatisfaction towards the fact that snow has disappeared. My snowy Island of Thoughts here might be the last snowy virtual bit of Tallinn right now. And that is sad.
I just realized(this might be the most frequently used words here. But as I discover new things I want to sort them out from some crap information, so this is the place or to sort this as crap out of the real hard good info, can be a two side street) , but did I realize. Oh yes, this blog robs me time.

And another thing, as I not yet in my 12th grade do not have a positive attitude towards my school, but not that I do not understand and tolerate it, especially the need for education, just the frame of it buts me a little bit off. But now weird to say I miss some parts of it, my class teacher who says odd things as a two way street it is, not the cup of tea I would drink and makes odd faces. Yesterday I really felt like I am almost getting to see and understand my class and the system better, but now I cannot phrase it yet.

To say some things about this blog. I at the moment define it as an island, I gather all my thoughts into one bottle and throw it to the sea, to get rid of those things, that might be also referred to as sending out new posts. This is an island and sometimes writing it it seems as if I am on an boat going to see some other "thought-islands". Here I tell my favourite story of a ship. A man wanted to go in search of an inhabited island and to cut a short story even shorter, he named his ship Unknown island and the story ended with a sentence, "Unknown island" went in search of itself. Then coming back to this mountain of impressions and reflections, I can use it as a rock. But if it is an mountainous island then it might be even a volcanic island and might explode some time in the future? I may stop this thought here.

In the end it is just a time-mugger, that consumes my time and I allow it to happen. At this moment I could read about NEP- politics in the Soviet Union and I will do it, but... in a few seconds. Oh, A happy tone in the end, I have to finish Hamlet, read the second part of Orlando(love it actually) and start reading Bulgakov, oh, hjappy day. I seem to understand that my new hobby is literature. Quite interesting, I feel I have not chosen it, but is came to my life thanks to a beloved teacher.

I sometimes must remind myself of a habit that is have not corrected in myself yet. And saying that sentence I reminded that, I do not need to tell you, because if it annoys you, you might understand, if not then I am just speaking in my own head. Old habits dye hard as they, English, say.

Starts snowing!

I would like to tell you a story. I guess this one might be interesting only for the ones who were there, but from that story came my blog title also.
A year ago. Three girls ran out of the stuffy schoolhouse to go for a walk after dinner. The students were not there in the little village to study, they were to teach others. Lets go two hours back in time understand what they were doing there after all. First it was very challenging to see twelve little girls and boys looking at you not understanding why are you there and what do you want to do. As a matter of fact at that moment, we, the so called theatre-teachers thought the same thing. As the teachers were nervous, and no trick like lets imagine the audience naked or something like that would help, they took little time to get introduced with the children. Soon, after a few icebreaking games it was the clock that saved as we were happy that for this day it was all. But tomorrow was also a day.
And to get to the snowy part. They were walking outside along a small road and just fooling around. For some moments they walked, eyes closed, made a stop to see the nature and they had also a cat there with them- coming form nowhere and one moment she was also gone. For the above mentioned reasons it was a tiring, confusing day. Walking, laughing and looking around, they once saw snow coming down. It was snowing heavily and at one point it was clearly visible how the snowflakes made the same effect as somebody had a white thread and would baste/sew the air together. And at that moment it was so ridiculously indifferent what would happen, it did not happen was tomorrow a day or not, would it come or not. One would just look around and feel like surrounded by feathers.
The next day some things went damn well, others not so good but the emotion from the evening was the one that would be in my mind till now.