"Waterloo, could not escape if I wanted to"

It was the first day, when I got to wear shorts (!!!) in Narva. Summer is finally arrived, but with this beloved season something for me has come to an end. Yes, you may guessed right, my EVS is over in 13 days.

I finished my work in the kindergarten about 4 weeks ago, but I decided to stay a bit longer, as on the official paper it was still allowed for me, almost fulfilling my 10 month in Estonia. Last weekend I came home from a visit in the southern part of the country, and as I got off the bus and walked home, passed by my old workplace. Suddenly I felt that all what happened there, is already deeply buried in the past. IT just seemed such a long time ago, when I was walking around in the garden in pretty clothes, hands full with presents from kids, colleagues, parents and just could not leave the place. 

 

 

 

 For a moment I had the strange impression that this time disappeared form my life, like it never happened at all. I don't want to phrase my words to misty, but maybe you understand, if you did something for a long time and there comes a cut and its all over, your every day life turns upside down. So today I visited this дом родной ( dear place) for the last –last time. Had a short but nice talk with my director, then the nanny came, with whom we worked in the same group. After I met with the person I learn the most from and whose wonderful personality and admirable approach to her profession will be missed the most, my other co-worker from the group. Quick hugs, followed by fast steps, leave as soon as I can and put only my red sunglasses and hold my head up, not paying attention for the heart that bumps too fast and the eyes that are trying to burst out in a river. While having th s emotional moment, I followed unknown roads towards Vita Tiim. I passed by a small, white building ( KIOSK), where you can find delicious pastry food and next to it old ladies are selling jam, fish, fruits etc. I bump into a house that looks like most of the high buildings in Narva ( brick red, the painting is coming off a little, but I like it this way). Clothes are drying on blue iron stands ( just like at my mother's home town in Hungary, in the 1960s as she said). I find the picture beautiful and grab my camera to burn it into my phone ( and my memory). In front of the building women from the elderly ages are sitting on a bench and discussing something. Every time I see these little every day scenes, I want to capture the moment, but I am not willing to get too close, which according to  Robert Capa, might be not the best choice. He said: "If your photographs aren't good enough, you're not close enough.". So I sneak behind a tree and try to make some shots, than I walk away. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the road again, going home. From the corner of my eye, I see a little girl, and soon I think I hear my name. For a second I am sure I was pretending, but in the other moment she is running to my arms, really yelling: Fruzsina. She hugs me and smiles. One of "my kid" from the group I spent the most time with. I ask how is summer, if she is all right, than I say good bye and we depart.

I will depart soon, my dear Narva, but don't you worry! I could not forget you even if I wanted to!!