Tuesday, November 24, 2009

It was in mid 80-s, when we, the children of Tartu, were playing with soviet gas masks. Everybody had one at home, out of order, of course. Gas masks were meant for all adult males in the city .The radio stations were playing Jean Michel Jarre Oxygene for some reason. River Emajõgi was full of waste these days. I was often daydreaming about a giant wels living in the river delta. I imagined a rose yellowish nuclear sunrise over lake Peipus. Missiles flying over the sunrise to the west, huge explosion shaking and taking control over Tartu- me and my family skinned alive and melting down. Those were the 80-s. Dzhokhar Dudayev lived in my neighbourhood. He later became the president of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria.

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