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  • Tallinn - Viking Line Terminal C - 17/04/2012 6:51 am.

    Already at first glance I notice I am the POLIS person to enter the hall. Two large ferry's sway in the water of the Baltic Sea. Three blonde girls are sitting at the desk, bored, only half awake, staring through the glass, in vain waiting for customers to keep them busy. Escalators lie workless. The hall is clean & boring, Sovjet style. Advertisements look as if the concept has only recently been introduced here, with colours less deep, uninspired typefaces. Grey. Dull.

    Telephone from Tine:

    “Where are you?”

    “I'm already inside the terminal”

    “Okay, do you have Ami with you?”

    “Erm. No”

    “Okay. See you in a bit."


    Tallink Terminal D - 7:24 am

    A cup of okay looking coffee stands before me. Another terminal, same lack of colours. Equally empty, just me, the bartender and the Eurosport TV voice to keep us informed.

    A half hour ago just after Tine's phonecall it dawned on me. Something wrong. Why aren't they coming in? Boarding stops in 10 minutes. I took my stuff, went to the desk, asked the blonde. Wrong terminal. Have to walk around the water basin. Will never make it in time. Phone from Tine to confirm.

    Drinking my coffee, watching the grumpy bartender, just as grumpy, silent, pokerfaced as the majority of his fellow countrymen. Some sort of snowy rain drizzles against the windows. L'enfer c'est le manque d'autres.

    My eyes are sore, from too little sleep, from too dry the air in this building. I'm thinking about the trip to Finland, the one that should have started with me getting on that ferry. I'm thinking about my trip to Vienna, the one where I meet my 4Cities pals again, just for 2 days, to say hello, as a detour between Tallinn and Brussels. I'm thinking of Ghent, that city I can navigate while sleepwalking. That city that houses all my friends, my fiancee, my mom, my guitar.


    07:38 am

    The fog horn of the ship signals the departure of The Superstar, of my classmates siling to Helsinki. Thinking of future travels while you've just missed your current one. (Well done!). Thinking of the Titanic that sunk exactly 100 years ago (and about the wonderful, though terrifying account of these events on twitter through @TitanicRealTime). Thinking of that other ferry, steered too close to the rocks, while the captain was impressing his mistress. Vada a bordo, cazzo!

    Fare well, friends!


    9:52 am

    Talking to Oskar. He also missed the ferry, so we're two idiots. The man next to me is deleting his text messages one by one on a prehistoric telephone. Bleep bleep bleep bleep. The man at the opposite table has a red face from drinking too much. He's gesturing while talking on the phone, nervously ticking his feet on the polished floor. Tick tick tick tick.


    Tallinn - Bus 18 - 22/04/2012 22:22 am

    On the bus. On my way home, 'home' meaning my flat in Tallinn. I think I am in love with this city for the first time. My eyes are sore from sleeping too little, from working and living too much. Oh! The lights in the harbour shone so brightly. Especially the blue one that read “Tallinn” on Terminal C.
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