KLAUDIA AND I went walking along the docks. She stopped into small portside store, but complained about not having any money. She wasn’t in any kind of positive mood and she only had 50 cents to her name. “What am I supposed to buy with 50 cents?” Klaudia said. “Half a candy bar? A bite of a sandwich?” Quickly, I removed my laptop from its case and logged into my bank account with my personal ID card. The transfer happened effortlessly, instantaneously. “You have received €1.50 from so-and-so …” That’s what her notification must have read. It wasn’t an unserious sum of money. With €1.50 one might get a bowl of soup. At least the kind that you make in a cup in the microwave at a harbor convenience store.
We walked on through town. Klaudia was wearing a dark, puffy jacket. Her blonde, lion’s mane of hair was quite moist in the seaside drizzle. It was a maritime kind of place. Boats arriving, boats launching, the smell of chopped up bait and the whiff of luxury yacht interiors. We walked up a hill to an old house and went in. It was a well-preserved, Soviet-style habitation, though the wallpaper was slowly peeling from the walls. Old smelling furniture, old smelling bookcases. A woman sat on a couch watching TV. She was watching Wallace and Gromit.
“See,” I told Klaudia. “This is how people live outside of Tallinn.” “I know how people live outside of Tallinn, there are plenty of places like this in Tallinn anyway,” she said. “You’re right, you’re right,” I said. The old woman had dyed red hair that was white at the roots. She offered us a glass plate full of cookies. “Come and watch TV with me,” she said. “I do get lonely.” There we sat, watching Wallace and Gromit. The couch was comfortable. The film was entertaining. It made Klaudia laugh.
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