Childish Things

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. (1 Corinthians 13:11, King James Version)

The Finnish Boys

Sometimes ignorance makes me chicken out of something but then I find out. Earlier this year, in the forest cemetery outside Tallinn, I saw a memorial to “The Finnish Boys”.

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The Scorporo System

Is the scorporo system used for voting, birth control or to eliminate enemies in the Mafia?

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Chapter One

The bus was just about to leave, amid rumbles and sudden hiccups and rattles. The square was silent in the grey of dawn; wisps of cloud swirled round the belfry of the church. The only sound, apart from the rumbling of the bus, was a voice, wheedling, ironic, of a fritter-seller; fritters, hot fritters. The… Continue reading Chapter One

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Konrad Mägi

When I stand up for a pee it’s often in the bushes but yesterday it was at a urinal. There was a sign above. It did not say “We aim to please, You aim too please”; nor did it advertise prophylactics.

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Man in White Suit

When I saw a man dressed like this at the forest cemetery in Estonia I thought maybe he was a forensic policeman gathering evidence. This seemed unlikely so I filed the matter in a bulky folder labelled Unsolved Mysteries.

Camping in Korea, Part Three

“I suppose I’ll have to write a report on this,” the PRO said half-heartedly over bacon and eggs next morning.

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