I love spring in Estonia, You can never change your form of clothing too fast. Times like these make me almost believe that there is a weather, who runs around and makes the sun shine or the wind blow. The fact that in this country real spring always comes violenty in the middle of everyone's depression (caused by lack of spring) always reminds me of somebody serenely having breakfast and then suddenly jumping up becuase they rememberd that they have to be at work in ten minutes.
The brush up with a locally made film that I saw on Saaremaa and my mother's ghastly experience with a film for which a local boy wrote music made me want to (even more) write a script about a young slightly mentally unstalbe teacher, who contacts students through the internet and slowly talks them into commiting suicide. Since, as evidence suggests, it doesn't take much to make a film in Estonia then my gloomy script could actually be a hit (with pre-teens probably) and I would ride my way into unjustified fame and glory.
Still can't paint, but I think my drawings are getting better. One day I will paint a picture of satyrs stealing a sleeping youth. Little does an acquaintance of mine know that he will be the model for the youth. Urgmuaha
Will go to Tartu on the 21st. Will see friends and be happy, draw in the train and spend my time with purpose