I lost my sentimentality. I left it somewhere in Tallinn. Perhaps it’s hidden beneath the folds of a duvet cover, or squashed between bottles of cleaning spray in a cupboard in a hostel. Maybe I[…]
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I lost my sentimentality. I left it somewhere in Tallinn. Perhaps it’s hidden beneath the folds of a duvet cover, or squashed between bottles of cleaning spray in a cupboard in a hostel. Maybe I[…]
I didn’t cry when I left Tallinn. Riga was a breath of fresh air, a sunny city where the world was loud and I was quiet. I was at peace, the fiery rage I had[…]