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  • I was not going to post any stories today but as it sometimes happens – I was sitting here and working and then suddenly I had enough of it and thought of writing something.

    This is another story that happened to us when we were rehearsing for the play I have now talked about a lot. The place where this all took place is about 50 km from our house. This was an evening of the dress rehearsal. We had to put on our costumes and leave all unnecessary items in the car. My husband was usually wearing a vest very similar to a hunter’s vest with all the pockets to put as many things in as possible. We were driving a Mitsubishi Sigma those days and it has a large boot (I hope it is a correct word) so we could fit things of many people in there. So with all the changing and putting things away and adjusting the wings I had little time to pay much attention to anything. Just did everything like a routine.

    The rehearsal went fine and after getting other people to their homes, we got back around midnight. We talked about the performance and how things seemed so cool and wonderful.

    Preparing for the night I didn’t realise my husband, Maido, was somewhat quiet and away but then, suddenly, I felt something was off and asked him if there was anything wrong. Then he told me he couldn’t find his wallet. Instantly I was worried! He had everything in there – money, cards, ID-card, which is used for everything in Estonia from bank procedures to elections, driver’s licence… Well, we literally turned the house upside down. I even checked the fridge. Nothing!

    So we decided it must have slipped out of his pocket somewhere in the forest. What to do? I asked my son if he was willing to come with me to the set at night and he said ‘yes’, of course! So we waited until it was getting lighter, about 2 a.m. and started driving.

    It was a wonderful morning. Before the sunrise everything seemed so fresh and all the birds were waking up and we saw a fox with four tiny foxes running across the road. It was magical. The place where the performance took place was in the middle of the forests far from any bigger villages.

    When we reached the set the sun had already risen and we started our search. Dear me! We looked everywhere – under every bush and tree, under the benches and in the forest. But when my son, Silver, started climbing a tree, I said it was enough. No way, Maido had lost his wallet there. Silver said he could see better from there but I thought the wallet was not a beacon and it would be of no use.

    Nothing! We were exhausted when we went back to the car. I opened the boot to take out a water bottle and froze… The very instant I remembered!

    Maido had given me his wallet to put somewhere safe and as I had a box at the back of the car where we kept all the necessary stuff. I had put it there.

    Well, bunch of proverbs came to mind as we sat there drinking water, thinking of what was this all about. But one thing was certain – the surroundings were magical – the sun was already up but there was dew everywhere and in the lower places some fog. Everything was glistening and sparkling. Nightingales, cuckoo birds and swallows were singing. Other birds were just tuning in. No other sound! So we reluctantly sat in the car and drove back home.

    If nothing else, at least we got a nice adventure out of it all. After all – everything is good for something, right?!

    (Photos: the left one shows the seats in the background. We searched every inch under them. The right one shows the seats and the gate farther away, which led to the forest where we, the angels, waited for our performance. People said that the forest acted as a bandstand and when we started singing it was like all the forest echoed along with us.)
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