Shadows of the past lay over the present and spill towards the future the way my father’s Estonia obscured and at times illuminated my experience in Estonia. My father’s Estonia was a secret, hidden away space and one I believe that he only let himself dwell on when he drank, which he did often. Instead of sharing the happy and even sad memories he had, he left me to imagine and excavate scraps of what Estonia was and is on my own.
How sad this makes me. How even now, thirty years after his dea...
Published on January 22, 2024 10:34