When Urmas Vaino asked me, more than a year ago in ETV, what were the main differences and similarities between Estonia and Portugal I froze...
Without acknowleding it, he had just made the most difficult question of my life. We were live in Terevisioon and I was just able to scatter something like “It’s... it´s... Huh, it´s as if we belonged to two different continents...”
Sometimes it seems to me that Portugal and Estonia are more than two countries in Europe’s far edges: a strange magnet brings us together; a ruthless determinism separates us.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken me so long time to identify them...
1. Kaamos & saudade
Similarities first. Not many countries in the world have a specific word for a even more concrete kind of sadness. It’s quite surprising for me that youngest Estonians tend to overlook such an endemic concept.
In fact, I’ve been asking it and just people over 35, or even older, have the ability to define it.
A boca encontra-se na boca do Metro dos Restauradores. Fica o registo enviado por Filipe Araújo, o nosso dispendioso correspondente em Lisboa. Porque restaurar algo é urgente e o Salmão também nada, aliás, anda muito preocupado.
It’s an usual remark. “I bet in Estonian there is a huge rivalry between locals and Russian girls”, always hint my foreign friends after a couple of days in Tallinn. “Not really...”, I reply. Of course, I could add Russians believe Estonians are not hot enough and Estonians mock Russians because they dress like a Christmas Tree.
However, all in all, fair-play and respect prevails. And that’s an admirable achievement in this
society. Somehow, Estonians and Russian sense they are not direct competitors: nowadays,
Estonian men very seldom favour Russian girls and I have known very few local Russian men
who end up with an Estonian partner.
For the worse and for the better: one country, two systems. Full integration is still a mirage.
Actually, when it comes to competition — really serious and stiff competition — Estonians love
to challenge the Finns. It seems to me that harmony in the Gulf of Finland is not a project for
tomorrow. For the distant alien…
Wolfgang desculpava-se sempre com os lás. Ainda piores do que as garotas, muitíssimo piores, asseverava. Na pauta, naquelas cinco estúpidas linhitas da pauta, nunca percebia bem se eram maiores ou menores.