So, my Estonia. The ship-trip was quite intresting. Ppl on the voyage are so confident and bold. Yeah, of course I wanna hook up with you and your alcohol-breath, you cutie. So many drunk ppl. But I was with my dad, so it was ok. Some swedish guys started to talk with me. First I answered in swedish, then we went over on english. "Ok, I gotta go now."
"Bye! See you later"
"Yeah." I went to my room and I stayed there. YEAH :D In the morning dad said:
"You went to bed that early so I couldn't hand on greetings."
"What are you talking about?"Those swedish guys went to my dad to ask about me. I wish I saw and hear their conversation. Would have been entertaining since my dad doesn't speak neither english nor swedish.


Oh my friking god how many things I had to do and how many places I had go. In the future I'm gonna live in a place where there aren't so many rules and paper-work. My dad said: "That's the grownups world". Well, the grownups world could suck my imaginary ding-dong.

The last night in Estonia. I went to a club with my friends. I love love love them. If I could have them here, my world would rock! But seems I can't have ppl I adore near me. Come on, even my heart had to go away. BUT I'm gonna see him on Saturday!! Anyway, the club.. I felt so good. And I got a kiss on my cheek from a GIRL. She stept on my foot accidentally. Guys were basically walking through me and they didn't even say sorry. Bastards! Then there was an old classmate, who now thinks she's so much better than others. "Yeah, I'm sitting here with my bf and chilling on facebook in my awesome touch-screen phone. I'm too cool to dance. I'm too cool to say hello to my old classmates.". PA-THE-friking-TIC! But dancing with the good ones was awesome! And I looked so club-material-girl. I think there was no girl who was wearing more close than I did :D Cherry, only you were missing from that perfect evening.

Going back to Sweden was so "fun". First the port was full off drunk ppl. Then the women in check-in didn't wan't to give me my ticket.
"You're only 19. Ppl under 20 can only travel with a person who's over 30 in the weekends."WHAT THE ***? Like on workdays I'm adult and in the weekend I'm not? What a weird rule. Becides, they sold me the ticket on the internet. Makes no sence! My dad was pissed off:
"Where's the boss of the company. It's gonna be a court case." And we got my ticket right away :D
Noone messes with my dad. He's like an american. Always wants to go to the court to insist justice. At least it seems to be like that there.

On ship. Stepping in my room. I see 2 grannys. First thing one of them says to me:
"I hoped noone else will come here, but then you came." Hello to you too :D And then she complained how sick she is and how much medicin she have to take and how bad she feels.
"I can't be in a same room with so many ppl. I don't have enough air."The Crew had a security training. Everybody heard alarm. The old women came to the room and said that she was so terrified that she thought she's gonna die right away. Overreacting much? :D
I woke up about 5am and what I saw? She was walking back and forth in the cab. Are you serious? It was freaky. I couldn't fall asleep again. It stinked there. So I got myself ready and went out. When I went back after few hours, the I'm-gonna-die-today woman asked:
"Couldn't you sleep because of me?"I was trying to be nice: "No, I just had enough of sleeping."
"Oh, I thought if you were up because of me, it would have been one and one: you couldn't sleep because of me and I couldn't sleep because of you in the morning."Hahaha, seriously? :D The other grandma' was nice. She was finnish, but she talked swedish too, so we had a nice conversation with her. She was always cheerful and sweet.


On Monday I broke up with thai boxing. If you saw me sparring there, you could realize why I stopped. I can't hit people. I was doing some stupid swimming moves and I closed my eyes, when someone hit me and even when I hit. Becides my boyfriend didn't like my bruises :D

When I look at you, when I talk with you, when I think about you, my pupils are heart-shaped

Never thought I'm such a softy

On Wednesday I went to school only to make some tests. After that I felt I need to talk with someone, who could know how to make things better. I choosed the teacher I trust and like the most. First I spoke about what happend in the shop.
"Do they have a right to search my bag without a reason?"
"No, no they don't"I talked more abot it, how bad I felt and stuff and then, oh shit, it got so emotional, that I almost burst into tears. My voice was friking weird :D
"It's okay, you can cry. We have time." 
She was so nice. Luckily I managed to hold it back. Only few tears. That wasn't even a big deal. When little things bug me that much, then what happens with bigger ones'?
"I wanna do something about it so it will never happen again with me or with anybody else. Can I do something?"
Yes yes yes!! She said she will call to the boss of that shop and ask why they did it. It's obviously not good for the shop either that the cashier did it. They will loose customers. I'm never gonna go back there. I even don't wanna see the shop anymore, cause it will only remind me the humiliation. And probably the people I have told about it, would feel also weird beeing there. When they have a bag, then I think their gonna hesitate going in there. Next week I'm gonna hear what happend.
After that I told to teacher the other problem that's been bugging me. Much more important than the shop insident. AND OH MY GOD, I had to fight with bursting into tears again. What the hell is wrong with me? I didn't think I am so soft. Anyway I got help. She said what should I do.
"After you have done it, please tell me, how did it go and if it worked, okay? I wanna be sure, that everything works out. If it don't help we're gonna figure out something else."
I love her! I'm not just a work for her, like students mostly are for teachers. She really cares about her pupils.
Then I had to go. I took a look in the mirror. Gosh! My chest was filled with big red blots, like I had some rash. When I was on the bus, I discoverd that my heart was still beating out of my chest. I'm so not used to talk about my problems and feelings.


Now I'm in Estonia. At my older sister's home. Love it here. My little niece counted days till my arrival. We did a lot of stuff together. She wanted me to paint a picture with watercolours. I told my sis that my guy is black (I told it to my granny too and she said "Oh my God!" :D I love seeing the reaction of ppl. They are not used to with different ppl) and she was bugging me after that.
"Have you kissed with him? Have you had sex with him?"
And so on.. When I was painting the picture for my niece, sister said to her taughter:
"Do you wanna see Eveli's boyfriend? Let her draw you him."
Challenge accepted! I started to paint and my niece said:
"You can use this to do the face." and guess what colour she was pointing? :D WHITE.
"No dear, she can't use it." said my sis.
I started with the face. My niece looked it and asked:
"What's that?"
"It's his face." I answered.
"Why is it brown?" she was confused.
My sis said to her: "Yeah, sweetie, why is it so? You should know why. Eveli will explain you."
Felt like a society lesson. I said: "He has a different nationality. He's from Africa."
Guess it came into her mind, "A NIGGA!" she said with a cute smile. She was happy, that she knew it.
Just to clear it up, even though "nigga" is politically incorrect word, it's mostly not a swearword in Estonia. At least I haven't ever used it as an insult. There just doesn't find a good word for black people. In estonian it is "neeger". It's simple and mostly doesn't have a bad meaning. Of course there finds some stupid jealous ppl who says bad things about black ppl, some skinheads, who use that word as a swearword, but still.. Why is it inappropriate in the first place? I'm gonna ask that question later to google.

That's what I painted. Sorry, I'm not an artist.

Bad things only makes us stronger

Very personal. Maybe I shouldn't talk about it, but I really want to get it off my chest and blog is the best place for me even though it's public and others don't have to know about my problems. But still... it's my life and I'm not ashamed or whatever. I'm gonna give all my secrets away. Ok, don't get your hopes up :D

Another sleepless night. Me and mom are sleeping in my sistetrs room, cause sleeping in the same room with dad is impossible because of the reason I already have told. What my sis did? Watched some stupid vampire series (Buffy I think) without headphones. Somehow I still fell asleep. Then about 4am I woke up because of an awful smell. My sis had smoke in the room and not even opend the window. Thank you for harming my health and not letting me and mom sleep. Mom asked if she's gonna watch her stupid show all night long. She said yes. Thoughtful! Yes, I was grateful that she let us sleep in her room, cause we couldn't sleep in our room. Me, my mom and I don't have our own room. We sleep in our living room that are split half with a closet. My dad got my bed, so yeah. My lil bro slept in the same room with dad. Hahha, nothing can disturb him when he's sleeping.

So I woke up 4am and I wasn't able to fall asleep again. So I went to the kitchen to study. I have never drink black coffee, but this morning I drinked 2 cups and I even liked it. Unusual. Anyway when sis came to the kitchen and wanted to smoke there, I got mad and said she can close the window, close and tape the holes of her door and smoke there.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
I said of course I am. I even said thank you for letting us sleep there and I wanted to explain that she was wrong and selfish, but she just said angrily "Shut your mouth" and went to her room. Noone messes with me. I took tape, went to her door and did what I had to :D
My bro woke up "What are u doing?"
I said "Shh!"
He looked and understand "Good work!"
Hahah. He added that I should have taped her window also, cause she could escape through the window by bonding her clothes together. He have watched too much tv. The tape wouldn't stop her going out of her room (I'm not that bad, come on), but the message counted. I had to take it off, so my sis wouldn't be able to accuse us in terrorizing her. Puberty is sooooooooooooooo awesome.

I felt so bad for my mom. She will have a very long and hard day today. First 4 dirty house she needs to clean and then school. She'll be home at 9pm. She was so messed up in the morning. Tyred and sick. When I put my hand on her forehead and hold it there for a while, she almost fell asleep. It's so imprortant that she will have a good sleep. Uhh..

It's so hard. It really is. I love her, but sometimes I wish I lived somewhere else, far away from her. The things she have told to me.. the things she have told others about me... It hurts alot. I thought we were good, that we get a long fine, that we are friends and then she just goes and complains how awful I am.
We have to interrupt, but the swedish childcare system is f*cked up. Children have so many rights and parents so few.




Yesterday happend really disturbing incident. I had some minutes before i had to go to bus, so I went to a foodshop to just look if they had some good offers or new goods. When I hurried on the bus, the shopkeeper stoped me.
"Can I look in to your bag?"
I was so shocked that I had to ask "What?" even though I heard very well what se said.
I felt so embarrased, humiliated. I think my face was red as Snowhites lips. She had no reason at all. I didn't even touch anything. I gave my bag and she searched my bag like I was some thief. I should have asked maybe they wanna search through me too like police searches through hooligans and other crooks WITH A GOOD REASON. Search my pockets and touch my body. Maybe even do a x-ray just for in case I had swallowed something. I'm never gonna go back to that shop. And what's worst, the women even didn't appologize. These kind of things get's me so bad, that I usually cry, but I was holding it back this time. I wish I had said something to that mean woman. Come on, every shop has cameras and alarms... What if I had took apples or sth with from home? What would have happend? What if I had missed the bus because of them? What if I was in hurry? That's just so so so stupid. I told about what happend to my classmates who were also waiting the bus. They said that it have happend before too. The reason why they searched my bag, was that it was big (usual size, just a schoolbag) and if I wanna go to a shop, I should leave my bag to cashier's. ?????????????? That's not normal, really. I'm gonna do sth about it. I promice. Noone have to feel themselves as thieves with no reason.

I close my eyes and I can see a better day.

Estonians as a football gangstas

This is how it all started

Now we estonians got very pissed off, even though our team is not that good. In fact I think we have never been good in football. That's why I don't watch us playing. Hurts too much :D But this time our team have been a bit better and we actually won some games. Yes, we are so proud. Then came that game with Ireland and lot of ppl had their hopes up. And what we got? We got Viktor Kassai.

10 games, 58 yellow cards, 5 red cards. It makes 2 cards in minute.

Then got everything pretty wild on facebook. First "Viktor Kassai dislike" club or whatever that was. I can't remember something more popular with estonians. Now it has over 30 000 likes (there's á bit over a million people in Estonia so it's a pretty big thing). We don't like unjustice. Then came pictures and wall post and all other stuff. Facebook was full on Kassai. People overreacted. Like "Now that Kassai gonna get". "You can't hide.". "If I was him, I would't show my face in Estonia.". I really hope that noone is not that stupid to kick his ass. "Estonian fans handing out red cards in Dublin.". Now I know that overreacting is in my blood :D Anyway it's getting embarrasing.

There was an offering "We're giving away luxurious week for you and your six friends." Couple of ppl put "like" to it. Like 25 000 ppl :D Then it changed to "We support Ireland and Viktor Kassai!" hahah! LOL. Nice prank! Lot of ppl was angry. It's so easy to piss us, estonians off :D It was so entertaining to read the comments there. I got a lot of free time

Anyway today's gonna be another match between Estonia and Ireland! So 21:35 at estonian time it starts. Good luck!

Oh, by the way, I like Ireland ppl (mickeys??). Before the game, after the game.



A comment from a guy in "Victor Kassai dislike" group. Kassai is hungarian btw 

"Hey, I'm hungarian and proud member this group, because I see this arogant idiot on every week, Let's go FTC, Let's go Eesti ; )"

Guess who's going to Estonia tomorror? :D And this time I will actually see my friends too. So good! But first I gotta survive a night on ship with my dad. No man snores more awfully. Seriously. Yesterday night I slept only 3 hours. I woke up, clapt my hands really loud, but of course it didn't help. I couldn't throw something at him, 'cause it would have been so mean. Gosh, I had forgotten how difficult it is to live under the same roof with a man. He's gone soon, so whatever. The whole family is together now and it feels weird. Thanks to this is the bond between me and my sister getting stronger. I love hanging around with her. I think that around her I act much weirder than around others :D Yeah, I'm so 19 years old. At least still a teen.

I'm suprised about that feeling inside me. I really love him. I'm facinated, amazed, happy, happy, happy. That's the way it is with ppl who's in love. It's so ordinary, nothing unseen or unfelt, but gosh.. I think about it every day and it gives me chills. I don't believe in love at first sight. It's just first impression, based only on appearance. It wasn't there in the beginning. But suddenly.. yeah. Guess you learn to love. I ain't letting go. I'm waiting. Patience. No one can see it the way I do. Noone has to know, how it is. HIS MINE

MY DAD IS IN SWEDEN! Yesterday when I came back from training, I met my dad in corridor. I was like a little child who got a candy. Daddy made supper. So cute! Even my sis sat with us. And they huged :) Progress!
Will I get him to accept the guy I love? Hell yeah! :D I think he's not racist even if he thinks so. In Estonia there just aren't so many different ppl. I'm sure he haven't even speak with a black person before. GET USED TO MY ADDICTION :D

I'm not intrested in men. I'm intrested in one particular exemplar.

On monday in school an arabic guy shocked us He got angry on his wife and got aggressive. I don't know exactly what happend, but the guy hitted his wife and those who tried to intervence. Even the teacher got a hit. We have such a heroes in our class. All guys interrupt. The fight started cause of religion and I don't even blame the guy, who got aggressive. He's a good guy. Just gotta understand, that religion is tender theme and we gotta think before we say something. Especially about things that we don't know much about. Life goes on normally. I still love my school. I'm getting to know people more day by day. Today I talked with my new favourite. He is so calm and sweet. One day when we had firealarm practice and everybody had to go out, he took his jacket off and gave it to his wife. It was freezing and he was on his t-shirt. Cute cute cute. I'm so happy, that I can have conversation with ppl in swedish now. But I'm also happy to have my african girl with who I can talk english.



I hate when estonias (mostly those, who livs or have visited some other country they really liked) fustigate Estonia. "This or that country is so much better." "People in this or that country are much more friendlier." And blablabla. Go to hell, you have been raised in this country, so don't talk sh*t about it. Yes, the economic is going down and it's hard to cope with it. Yes, the people in general aren't that outgoing, but that's the way we are. We are who we are. No matter how messed up it is, I'm still proud of my country. How it has developed so fast and all, how hard-working we are. I'm not sure, if I'm gonna live there one day, probably not, but still... I'm not gonna talk sh*t about my land. Vybz Kartel - Poor People Land  I wouldn't say we are poor. No! But the song just suits here. Becides, Vybz is so great! :D

Heart sings

Miss Wanna Be Single is in love and enjoying it. Didn't see that coming, huh. :D Didn't ask for it. Yeah, I did wish that sth good would happen, but nothing like that. And it's growing and growing and growing till it explodes, breaks and disappears. Haha, just kidding. I'm not saying it's forever, it's not even what I expected to have one day, but I'm friking enjoying it.

The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered “Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.”

I don't wanna be like that. I'm terrified of getting old and regret letting my youth slip through my fingers. Terrified of wasting my life. Actually now I'm back in the point when I just live and wait to be free again. No plans, no responsibilities. I wanna do sth unusual, insane. Like my girl Cherry. Go and explore. Not now. Not yet. I found a feeling I wasn't supposed to find yet. Right kind of wrong. It feels so damn good. I don't even care anymore that I don't have true friends here. I got my old one's and I sure don't need to replace 'em. I don't care that I don't go out to have some fun, that I'm sitting home most of the time. There just aren't noone here, I wanna go out with. I got some good things going on and that's enough. People always want more instead of appreciate good things they have. Stupid!

My dad is coming here in Sweden. I'm so curious about what this will lead to. If my life is boring, I can spice it up with other's drama :D Daddy, be ready to see colours. I'm sure he will get rid of his stupid opinion about black and arabic ppl. He has no other choice.. Who knows.. since I love colours, he may have little chocolate grandchildren one day. :D We'll see about that.

My sis told me few days ago that there's no point to live. That life on the planet is pointless. No suicidal thought, but just.. she explained her thoughts pretty good. Even though I disagreed, I felt so down in the evening, 'cause I couldn't come up with any objection. Yes, I love life. But I don't have any reason why it's good that I live :D What if there was nothing? No life. Just emptyness.. I feel sorry for my sis, 'cause she always have those creepy ideas. She thinks too much.

Midagi, mille olen unustanud blogisse panna.

(juuni alguses kirjutaud vms)

Olen Rootsis nüüdseks pea 2 nädalat olnud. Stockholmist sõitsin bussiga Uppsalasse, kus emme ja Krista mind ootasid. Jessuke, mu emme on rosinaks muutunud. Jumala hea näeb välja. Tast on mõne kuuga pool järgi jäänud :D Uppsalast sõitsime autoga Vängesse ja läksime bussipeatusesse bussi ootama. Jubepalav oli. Otsustasin seal samas riideid vahetada. Mark mul pole. Miks peakski? Kunagi töllerdasid inimesed vapsee paljalt ringi ju. Inimesi seal ka eriti polnud. Buss hilines umbes 20 minutit ja sellel oli mõjuv põhjus – ÜLEKUUMENEMINE. Konditsioneer ei töötanud. Tundsin end kui mikrolaineahjus ja muretsesin selle šokolaadihunniku pärast, mis mu hiigelkotis ilmselt šokolaadisupiks sulas. Poole tee peal hakkas buss piuksuma ja varsti sõitsime tee äärde. Mõneminutilise peatuse järel sõitsime edasi ja jõudsime tervelt Morgongåva'sse. Emme korter on ülinunnu ja hea. Varsti läksime Arturi kooli. Tal oli arenguvestlus. See väike päkapikk üllatas mul karbi lahti. Rääkis õpetajaga sorinal rootsi keelt. Whaaaaaaaat? Ta on mu tõlk siinmail :) Mis veel üllatuseks tuli, oli see, et talle meeldib lugeda, rootsi keeles muidugi. Selgus, et mu pisike blondipäine musirull on mind endale eeskujuks võtnud. No ausalt, ülivõimas on kellelegi nii oluline ja imetlusväärne olla eriti siis, kui nii mõnigi sind jalaga maa alla surub.




Hea, et ma sain kodust eemale. Ausalt öeldes vahepeal tundus, et isegi praegune asukoht pole piisavalt kaugel. Ikka pääsevad jamad kodumailt minuni. Ikka kellegi mürgised sõnad. Miks meeldib inimestele halvimat uskuda ja veel hullem, halba rääkida, klatšida? Pere ja sugulased on ülekõige. Veri on paksem kui vesi. Sugulased.. õhk on ka paksem kui veri siinkohal. Lihtsalt uskumatu. See teeb haiget. Nii haiget, et tahaks ära kaduda teadmatusse, muutuda olematuks. Ma olen sellest üle. Ma tean, mis ma olen, mis pole. Mul on mingi obsessiv vajadus meeldida. Olla hea. Mida parem püüad olla, seda sitem on. Nii, et nüüd olen nagu olen. Öelgu nad mida tahes. Ma tean, et ma olen hea tüdruk. Nagu teistel vigu poleks, eks. Aga ei, palk enda silmas on köömes, eksole. Nii et enam ma ei seleta, õigusta. Nagu selle ekooli kommentaariga, mis nii mõnelgi õpetajal karvad püsti ajas. Kirjutasin pika seletava kirja juurde, aga sellestki polnud kasu. „A klassi arvamuseavaldaja.“. Olgu peale. Sellega olen juba leppinud. Nüüd tundub see lausa humoorikas. Kui ma saaks lahti halvast harjumusest kõike isiklikult võtta ja südamesse lasta, oleks kõik jättebra. ”It's not personal, it's business.” :D



Tagasi Rootsi juurde. Min lillebror kohta seda ka veel, et tüüp sogas õpetajale, et ta oskab kolme keelt: inglise, rootsi ja saksa. Saksa keelt räägib ta unes :D Mhm! Mina, kui tunnistaja, võin öelda, et sonib poiss rootsi keeles. KUI VEIDER! Mõlege ise: olete eestlane, aga pärast aastat aega mingil võõral maal olemist, sonite ka juba ei tea mis keeles. Kui ühel päeval Rakani ja vennaga väljas käisime, seletas mu pisike rootsi keeles, et ta musitas ühe tüdrukuga 10 minutit vetsus luku taga :D Mhm, skoorib.



Õde on ka paras frukt :D Vanga-usku (kergeukslikele ei soovita, aga teised võivad googeldada Vanga kohta), paranoilisem, kui ma ise, boheemlasliku toaga kullatükk. Temaga on hea kindel. Boksimutt siiski :D Umbes nädal tagasi läks tüdruk ära Eesti. Üsna kuri olen! Oleks tahtnud ikka temaga siin ilma vallutada.



Mida ma Rootsis teinud olen? Paar esimest päeva suurt mitte midagi. Siis hakkasin kohalikega väljas käima. Siinkandis mul ühtki rootslasest sõpra pole :D Kõik on kuskilt Afganistaanist, Iraagist, Kurdistaanist, Liibanonist... Teistsugused inimesed, põneva minevikuga.

Siirdume kohe siiani kõige põnevama osa juurde. Reede õhtu. Alguses ütles Rakan, et neil toimub mingi kräu, aga kogu see teema tundus poolkahtlane, seega otsisin endale teise variandi. Johanna ja Uppsala. Sättisin end valmis, tegin sprite pudelisse joogi kaasa, ja tuligi sms. Rakan, Shafiq ja Muji ootasid. Nende plaan oli järve äärde minna. Aga Ev otsustas, et valib Uppsala. Tüübid saatsid bussipeatusesse ja mu trip algas. Kohe, kui bussist välja sain, oli tunne õige. Olin või seeeees. Jummy, jummy, jummy I got love in my tummy. :D Läksime Johannaga kusagile Malmavägen'isse. Selge pilt, et seal ei oota mind midagi sellist, mis plaanis oli. 2:20 läks buss kesklinnast tagasi koju. Mõtlesin, et nii jõuan veel järveseltskonna ka üle tšekkida. Nii, istun mina (selline algus tähendab alati midagi põnevat, eks :D) bussijaamas ja külmetan. Möödujad vaatavad täpselt sellise näoga nagu mul oleks maas tagurpidi kübar ja hakkan kohe laulma vms. ENTERTAINING! Nii, siis möödub must tüüp, kes sõbralikult naeratab. Ohho, kohe minu lähedale istus. Natuke läheb aega mööda ”Am I disturbing u? I'm eating so loud.”. No ei häiri :D ”Come, sit here. Let's chat.”. Dav, mida muud ma ikka üksi tegema pidin eks. Imelik oleks olnud öelda ei ja siis sealsamas üksi edasi passinud. Rääkis, kuidas ta jupp aega mõtles, kuidas mu poole pöörduda ja siis tuli selle idee peale ja üritas nimme võimalikult kõva häält teha, et ma teda märkaks :D Ma olin ilmselt jälle oma mullis. Tüüp oli ülisõbralik ja tore. Afganistaanlane muide:D Tore, kas ma tutvun mõne rootslasega ka kunagi??? :D Kell oli juba nii palju, et mu buss oleks pidanud ammu kohal olema. Olin jäänud viimasest koju minevast bussist maha. Jessssss! Väike paanika. Johanna ja emme mayday, mayday!!! Kõndisin ühte bussipeatusesse, kust Johanna juurde pidi saama. Ühtki bussi enam ei sõitnud. Seisin seal mõnda aega. Mingi neiu vaatas minu poole ja naeratas. Jube tunne läks ära. Ma olen Uppsalas, rootsi keele ja rootslaste keskel. Sõbralikud näod ja abivalmid inimesed. Läksin järgmisesse peatusesse – ka sealt enam bussi ei sõitnud. Istusin peatuses ja mõtlesin, mis edasi saab. Johanna ütles, et ma tuleks taksoga, nad maksaks kinni, pole probleem. Tahan ikka ise hakkama saada. Kellele ikka meeldiks olla hädapätakas. Mõtlesin, et kuna järgmise bussini on kuskil 4 tundi, siis võiks selle aja ju Uppsalaga tutvuda. Jah, vastikult külm oli, aga kõndides hakkab ju soojem. Samal ajal, kui kõned tehtud ja mõtteid mõlgutasin pöördus minu poole üks noormees. Algul rootsi keeles nagu eelminegi. Pakkus, et võib mu eest taksosõidu maksta, et tal nagunii sama tee. WHAT?? Ma ei suutnud uskuda, et üks inimene võib nii hea olla. Olin nõus. Ta tuli maha samas kohas kus mina, sest taksojuht ei oskanud viia mind õigesse kohta ja mu maapealne ingel pakkus, et tuleb aitab mul üles leida kohta. Ma olin kõigega nõus no :D See oli uskumatu. Tavaliselt ma keeldun abist. Eestlane ju – me tahame ise hakkama saada. Ma tundsin koha ära, aga õige maja juurde minna ei osanud :D Tüüpiline Eveli. Kohe tuli Spliti eksirännakud meelde. Johanna tuli mulle vastu. Ütlesin inglile veelkord aitäh ja ütlesin tsau. Ja teate mis? TA ON ROOTSLANE. :D Päris täitsa rootslane :D
Kella kuue paiku üritasin taaskord bussile saada. 6:30 läks kesklinnast buss. Uurin ja puurin ja küsin ja pärin, et milline buss Sala poole sõidab. Keegi ei teadnud. Seisan ja näen – minu buss. Mu kollane 848 pani must tuimalt mööda. MIDA HEKKKKKKI??? ”Viimane kord, kui bussidega tegemist teen.” oli mul mõtteis. Mõtlesin juba jala minema hakata :D Koju oli umbes sama pikk maa, kui Võrust Tartusse. Kõndisin selles suunas, kuhu buss sõitis. Kuskil pidi ta ikka ju peatuse tegema. Mingi 100m eemal avastasin lõpuks õige bussipeatuse :D Jumala lambikohas. Järgmine buss läks tunni aja pärast. Passida ma ei viitsinud, seega läksin väiksele ringkäigule. Päike paistis ja mõnusalt soe oli. Linn oli põmst tühi. Sirelid õitsesid ja lõhnasid. Mmm. Istusin kuskile päikese kätte. Kui sa oled kuskil üksi ja keegi vastu tuleb ja sa talle otsa vaatad, siis on kindel, et sulle naeratatakse ja öeldakse ”Hei!”. Nii üks onuke tegigi. Kohe läks meel paremaks. Kuidas sa saad kurb olla, kui naeratavad näod mööda käivad. Vaatasin oma alksikoksi, mida ma polnud üldse joonud. See nägi üligrõuss välja. Mingid õli moodi laigud olid sees. Issand, mis saasta ma joonud oleks. Alguses nägi harašho välja. Väkk! Enivei, mu kolmas bussi peale saamise katsetus läks läbi. LÕPUKS! Mis oli esimene asi, mis sõbralik bussijuht ütles? Et tegelikult seisin ma veits vales kohas, aga ta sai aru, et tahan peale. Mul vedas :D Vihkan busse!!



Järgmine nädal on ukse ees ja see tuleb super super. Emmel on bussikaart, millega saab sõita ükskõik kuhu, ükskõik millal (Uppsala läni piires). See on minu jaoks nagu võlukaart :P Uppsala, sind kavatsen ma tundma õppida nagu oma viit sõrme! Ja parem oleks, kui sul mulle üks kena lõpukleit varuks on :D



Esmaspäev, 23. mai.

Sain kokku oma reedeõhtuse päästjaga. Näitas mulle Uppsalat. Ouhjeah! See linn on midagi minu jaoks. Kui oma selle rootslasega rääkisin, siis vahepeal hakkasin automaatselt eesti keeles vastu panema :D See juhtus alati siis, kui ma elevile läksin :D Mm, üks armupaarike vedeles pargis üksteise otsas. Hea, et riided seljas olid :D Hilja õhtul otsustasin, et jõuab veel midagi ette võtta ja koju sõitmise asemel, sõitsin mõned km-id edasi Hebysse Shafiquga kokku saama. Läksime Johanna juurde ja vaatasime ajakirjast naisi :D



Kolmapäev, 25. mai.

Sünnipäevafoobia. Ärkasin juba pool kuus, kuid üles ei julgenud tulla, sest emme ja Krista polnud veel tööle läinud :D Kui lõpuks ajasin end püsti, avastasin oma laualt vaasi hunniku punaste roosidega :) Minu ülesandeks jäi kook teha. Poes on enamus asjad ICA (mingi poekett?) omad ja tekstid rootsi keeles. Võtsin randomly midagi, mis osutuks sobivaks asjaks. Läksin kassa juurde, annan 20 kroonise, 2 ühekroonist münti ja 2 kümnesendist. Müüja annab paberraha tagasi. Ma jään suurte silmadega otsa vaatama. „ÜLETÖÖTANUD OLETE V?“ oli mul mõtteis. Müüja seletas, et seal oli vajalik summa olemas. Lõpuks sain aru, et 10-sendine oli hoopis 10-kroonine.