Frosty mornings — though beautiful. I don’t mind shaving the ice from the windshield. The neighbor’s business is called Saja Krooni Pood. I assume you got everything for a hundred kroons in the pre-euro days. I am not sure what they charge in euros, but the discount ethic is still in effect. If you ask him about the name of the firm, he’ll put his hands in his pockets and say, ‘Well, you never know with the euro, maybe the kroon will come back some day.’ I love it. It’s my own personal Õnne 13-like Estonian sitcom. My other neighbor is named Endel. He’s always trimming the hedges and carrying wood and harvesting apples and cycling somewhere. He has a woman in the house too, though I never see her in light of day. Endel is always reminding me of something, because I always forget. The water meter! And the money! I really am useless. There are two older ladies who run things in these parts, both of them plump and adorable as pigeons. We talk through the windows sometimes.