Kirjad Inglile

Year:
2011
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If One is not, nothing is. Plato

I'm starting to calm down.

I can write and think freely again

Think and pass my thoughts on to you -

so you can consider them further.

That visit to Dad's home was so short.

The confusion there

smelt of corpses.

And worse than in the desert

Damp climate, is that why?

I must go back where I came from, to

the mountains It's simpler there.

You go and fight with the others.

The relationships

are clear, though no one

gets their deeper meaning.

Maybe that's the natural

human state - fighting

Reverence for life is forgotten,

pointless or misinterpreted.

I've seen so many dead

and murdered people.

And I've killed so much,

that my soul is hardened.

At Dad's funeral I felt something else.

Dad's death was something

else; it changes everything.

Death changes into what it is.

The hardness disappears and in its

place there's sorrow, maybe mourning.

And memory opens up to what is long

gone, lost behind the wall of oblivion.

LETTERS TO ANGEL

The city has always

been alien to me.

Linda wanted to get out of the

swamp, to an apartment in town.

We'd just found a

suitable one and moved in

when I was sent to Afghanistan.

A draft.

I got the call and the next morning

I was already on the flight.

I had no clue where I was going or why I

was the one being uprooted from my life.

Now I'm back and the time that's

passed is like an endless dream

God or Allah knows how long it was...

F***, they won't let you sleep!

Now, that Danish guy showed them

how to wank off.

A cello stuffed between your knees, the

bow moving back and forward like a dick.

Women are sure to get an orgasm.

They do! And they want it.

You believe me?

I'm gonna finish her!

I'll kill her! During an orgasm.

I will strangle her from behind

at the end of the orgasm.

I will strangle her.

I will strangle my own wife.

Not every man kills his wife

while she's coming. I will.

I will blow this whole

damn town sky high.

The whole f***in' town.

Pieces will rain down from the sky.

Listen Muslim,

I had an idea how to save this town

You'll take care of my wife.

Why get my own hands dirty

if I already got a fundamentalist.

You rip the whore's throat out or put

a bullet in her neck- your choice.

I'll pay, whatever it costs.

Think. You'll save the whole town.

Just one atheist - and the town is saved

No bombs... silence...

Simple.

I'll pay half now, you'll

get the other half later.

Salaam aleikum!

Hello, I'm Fee, with two E's.

- Hello.

Santa thought someone should

come meet you, so she sent me.

She got married on the weekend...

to a Dane. A Danish cellist.

Imagine

- Senta's husband is a cellist.

He gives master classes here,

or whatever they're called.

Santa brought him back from Denmark.

Now theyre buying land here.

They say there isn't

much land left there

You been to Denmark?

- No. -You haven't?

Santa says you're a globetrotter.

And you haven't been to Denmark.

Training.

It's a swamp, a marsh, a mire

- no sense in buying it.

Nein! Santa! Please! Nein!

Funeral on Wednesday. Aline.

Dear Angel, you may argue

with me and say that only I

talk to you while you listen

quietly, if even that.

But no, don't argue, this

is a dialogue and we will

keep talking until one day

we meet face to face.

I hear your voice and words clearly,

and I answer you. If I can.

And if you want my words to remain

a monologue, then I tell you:

everything's a monologue, everything we

hear, think or say, even a dialogue.

Physically I've only heard you once

On the telephone.

I say that time and

again, because that was

the start of everything

in our discussions.

Your voice, as I heard it on the

telephone then was my own voice.

I recognised it right away.

For a moment I was back

with my own dead Mum and

I heard my own crying...

And I thought that you

and I have the same

cry and that's the

basis of everything.

"The pain of the world",

if you can describe crying that way.

I guess you no longer think

any woman will ever kiss you

Or is it self-defense?

In that case you're behind the times;

nowadays there are

more efficient defense

mechanisms, than chewing

on an ink pen...

Is lipstick any better?

- Lipstick isn't poisonous.

And a good color doesn't

stop you from kissing.

Besides, I don't use

lipstick every day.

Any other questions?

- Yes. -Well, ask.

Is there an oculist

practicing in this town?

- Why does that interest you?

You asked if I had any questions.

Do you know if we still

have an eyeglass shop?

If we do, then it's over where

the pharmacy used to be

It's on the main street,

next to the lingerie shop.

Milan. Have you been to Milan?

- No.

Too bad. -What do you mean?

- That you haven't been to Milan

When did you last have

your eyes checked?

- Twenty years ago.

They were okay then?

- Yes. 21-

You've never had glasses?

- I have.

How strong?

- I don't know. American ones.

I found them in the mountains,

with a NASA label.

Belonged to a dead sniper.

You can see well with them?

- That's just it - I can't.

You don't have a light

phobia, do you?

The sun doesn't make you dizzy?

- Sometimes...

Look with both eyes.

Which is brighter- red or green?

Red - no, green...

- No. - Red...

How many hours have you slept?

- Last night I was on a train.

Get a good night's sleep

and come back tomorrow.

Yes?

- Santa from the hostel.

You wrote the book, Songs of a

Battlefield Surveyor Are you a surveyor?

What's this about?

- I'm in the archives and

I need you urgently.

The archive's closing down.

It's moving to another town.

Edda will copy some

papers I need.

But we don't know what papers we need

to buy land Can you hear me? - Yes.

We need help. You hear?

- Yes, I can hear.

Do you know where the archive is?

Behind the pool?

- No.

You know the sock factory?

In the courtyard of

the old sock factory.

If you're standing by the

factory, the pool is in

front of you, and the

archive is opposite you.

The same building as the training center.

Third floor.

Use the lift. Ask for Edda.

They'll know.

Edda... -Yes, two D's,

not one, as in Buddha.

But with an E, not

a B, and two D's.

Yes, but who am I supposed to.

I'm here to see Edda. - Pardon me?

- I'm here for Edda, at the archives.

What's in your bag?

- A notebook.

Please open the bag

put it on the table.

What's in here?

- Money.

Why don't you keep your money in a bank?

How much do you have here?

- I don't know, it's not my money.

Do you have any ID?

- I do.

Take off your shoes.

- What do you mean?

Take off your shoes, put them next to

your bag and walk through that gate.

Go through the gate.

Come back.

Take off your jacket.

And your vest

Raise your hands.

Turn around.

What do you have here?

- Shrapnel.

Shrapnel?

- From a mine.

You have a doctor's certificate?

- No.

Get one, or you might not be allowed to

?y, if you want to travel somewhere.

If I have to, I'll go by train.

- Suit yourself. I like flying.

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Madis Kõiv (5 December 1929, Tartu, Estonia – 24 September 2014, Tartu, Estonia) was an Estonian writer, philosopher and physicist. more…

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