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Kunagi ammu-ammu Eestimaamaal™ sai kirjutatud valmis terve maailm.
Vähemalt, terve ajalugu ühele jupile ühele saarele.

Leidsin selle hiljuti ja noh:

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Jason got home - it had started as such a beautiful day - took off his muddy shoes, leaving traces all over the carpet - the sun had been shining, birds singing, homeless people were out. Jason Tomsley staggered over into the kitchen - his workplace had a bit of a shock for him - he reached into a cupboard and pulled out a big bottle of whiskey - it wasn’t there, the entire floor he worked on had been removed overnight - pouring himself a nice sturdy glass and then muttering swearwords for not having any ice - a bit of financial crisis and a bit more of tax fraud forced a quick escape for the whole firm, selling all of everything. After pouring this glass down his throat in a sour growl did he manage to remember his flatmates, “ASHLEY” echoed throughout the flat.

After leaving his office he was baffled, how would he support his addiction to working without a job? Making his way to Ashley’s and Benjamin’s room he shouted again “ASHLEY?” but nobody responded. As for all the spare time he gained from losing a job in the socially lacking hellhole on the thirteenth floor, he decided to reinvest it in his girlfriend, at least for the day; the birds weren’t singing any more but the Sun could still be seen hovering in the sky, although, now through some floating white sheepish looking clouds. It seemed as if Ashley wasn’t home and neither was Benjamin. At the cinema or perhaps taking in a play; hopefully they dressed warmly - a storm brewing outside.

Jason’s girlfriend, a fine lass, lived on the seventh floor of Heaven Apartments, a shitty little apartment building just left of the sewer treatment plant. A large rectangular outline composed of the living quarters with a smaller area in the middle. Like a box-shaped drinking glass, horrible design either way. Jason could hear her girlfriend screaming all the way from the bottom floor, looking up, the sound echoed in the pit inside the apartment block. Not screams of horror or terror. The rain started pouring down into the tube that seemed to be sucking out his life, his plans for keeping himself busy with his girlfriend were obviously NOT original. These screams of joy and ecstasy were familiar to him. He pondered whether to interrupt his cheating “better” half or just send them a text.

“Your door is open again, you should get it fixed. The echoing does give your voice a pleasant tint of bitterness. Do you mind chucking me my shoes?” - Jason had never been a fan of shorthand for SMS-s.

After a few moments the screaming stopped and a moment later shoes were flying down towards Jason. “Thank you” he echoed upwards and he walked off with the sound of a door slamming - Jason had finished another stiff drink, still growling at the lack of ice with each sip. He could feel his pants, his shirt, his everything wetter than wet. It was about time he got to bed - Jason had walked through the storm now in full motion towards where he had left his car and was only slightly set a back by its absence. The spot it had stood in wasn’t wet yet so he must have walked past it while entering the parking lot. His mind being full of other thoughts he forgave himself. So he finally, after what appeared to be a long day, he went home.

Brushing his teeth, he stared himself down. Somewhere, some thing or some person had gone wrong and his life was where it was. He would have laughed at the timing of everything had it not been so dramatic, so overly dramatic. He had to do something. The hand holding the toothpaste smashed into the wall left of the mirror, cracking several tiles, leaving traces of blood in the tiny caverns. It also splattered the wall, the ceiling and Jason with toothpaste. He grinned. His other hand copied this motion. He was the proud owner of a halved toothbrush. The pain brought a tear to his eye which plummeted on his bare feet. And as a finalé, his head flung itself into the mirror and he passed out with pain, leaving a bloody mess in the cracks in the mirror. All sounds began to fade, all colours blurred to white and in the distance the front door opened and Ashley and Ben entered.

Tervitused maale ja ilmale, olen otsustanud taaskord digitaalsele arvamustehoidjale kanda enda mõtteid, vaateid ja arvamusi sellest, mis minu enda eksistentsis toimub. Mida mulle überkoolis õpetatakse? Kellega ma siin tšillin? Kui vähe ma reisinud olen? Mis ma inglastest arvan ja miks? Kõike seda ja palju muud juba järgmises lõigus. (Noh võibolla mitte nii palju muud, aga võimalus eksisteerib.)

Esiteks aga soovin õnne kõigile neile, kellel on mingisugused tähtpäevad möödunud ja ka neile, kelle omad on kohe-kohe saabumas. Siis tunnen kaasa kõigile, kes on midagi kaotanud ja nendele, kes peavad asjadest üle saama. Olen ise teises riigis, maade ja merede taga ja seega ei saa isiklikult igasuguseid soove üle anda, vabandan, aga lihtsalt nii on. Ülikooliharidus nõuab seda - vähemalt minult.

Mida mulle überkoolis õpetatakse?
Eks ikka seda, mida ma õppima tulin. Filmist ja Meediast kõike seda, mida produktsiooniks vaja on. Tõtt rääkides on see väga tore elamus ja veel rohkem avades endas muutusi, siis ma pole elu sees tundnud, et ma nii väga Eestisse tahaksin tagasi. Mitte selle pärast, et mind ootab 8 kuud sõjaväe teenistust või isegi selle pärast, et kõik mu sõbrad seal on. Asi pigem hoopis selles, et ma reaalselt tunnen, et ma tahan luua filmi ja värki just Eestis. Üks asi, mis on väga selgeks saanud, on see, et ma tahan tegutseda Eestis - mul pole midagi väljamaa vastu ja mingil hetkel tahan ma ka pikemaks perioodiks Jaapanimaad külastada, aga see juba tulevikus. Lihtsalt jube mõjukas mõte mõlgub peas - teeks filme Eestis. Reaalselt selline mõte, mis aju erutab. Mõnus mõte on.

Kellega ma siin tšillin?
Peamiselt ikka friikidega, aga muidu on ikkagi tore. Kati on mul siin suveni külas ja siis jätkab ta enda haridusteed, aga seda juba Eesti pinnal. Kuidagi lihtsalt on nii, et need inimesed, keda huvitab anime on mingit pidi alternatiivsed - nendega on lihtsam suhelda, vähemalt minul. Rohkem olen ka semminud siinsete rave’i inimestega - mulle läheb terve see rave kultuur jubedalt peale. Sama-, aga teistmoodi alternatiivid kõik noh. Õppejõududega tšillin vähem, aga võimalik, et peagi hakkan tööle erinevate projektide kallal - reaalselt, raha eest, tööle ja seda ühe väga noore õppejõu juhatusel, kes lõpetas kohaliku kooli eelmine/üle-eelmine aasta.

Kui vähe ma reisinud olen?
Vastus peitub küsimuses. Sõnade “Kui” ja “ma” vahel.

Mis ma inglastest arvan ja miks?
Ma leian, et sarnasusi on igasuguseid onju. Oleneb pigem seltskonnast, kui et sellest, mis maalt, kust maakonnast, missugusest linnast keegi pärit on. Ainus selline reaalne erinevus, mida täheldan on siiski see, et eestlastele on lihtsam lähedale saada. Võibolla on asi selles, et olen väljamaalt ja puha, aga “tuttavaks” on lihtne saada - see järgmine hüpe “sõbraks” saada on juba kõvasti raskem. Eestlastel on iga hüpe raske, aga nende tasemete vahel on väiksem auk. Minu enda veider arusaam sellest, kuidas inimsuhted eksisteerivad, aga nii ta on. Võibolla olen lihtsalt harjunud liiga paljude sõpradega Eestis.

Kõike soovin. Head ja paremat.