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!!