And such.

Shit, today was really difficult! The occasion of me just waking up as evening is covering the city is not the difficult part, sleeping all day was really great actually and I am taking full advantage at least once in every 24 hour period of the non-Soviet bed in which I am stretching for nightly, or today, daily unconsciousness. It is a great step to slowly ease me back to my IKEA bed and comforter winking at me from my closet over there in Minneapolis. The difficulty today laid in departures, the absence of some good people from a good place. There are still great good people around, and more sure to be flowing in and otu of the hostel, though this one flash in and out of faces is strangely melancholy. Pam, the French-Italian, Simon, French-Swedish, and Rogan the Australian, which are actually all of their superhero names as well, all dispersed for varied travels. Pam and Simon are off to the dark land to the east for several weeks, taking them slowly to China and then circling back around through India and NAfrica and such, on this research project they just set up for kicks. Rogan is working down south, somehow to Bucharest and chilling around the Balkans for a bit before back to Aussie, he just finished working around 10 months or so around pubs in the UK. All of this influence around, the brief breath of seeing such possibility lived and living, well, I'll say that I'm starting to save tips straight off after I start working at the 'Buck again. The next time, with a backpack and not these fucking suitcases. Airport handles and wheels over cobblestones, not so much. Even having all of such that I overpacked, the task of actually opening up my suitcases and rifling through the items seems not worth the effort to cycle out the clothes which I have been sporting around for a while. The excuse that I was planning earlier for over 6 months out of the States, settled into a far off frozen city covered in Soviet and buried in East Asia, was shit. So crazy, Pam and Simon are out of Europe though sometime in June, making contacts for this research with NGOs in a semi-professional atmosphere at times, and they still took just a pack each for the travels. Really, I'm just kicking myself now and this rant on it is a bit useless and just going on to counter other things, but that is a recent fresh, more intense minimalist sort of view on things.
Last night was cards, drinks, conversation, and movies to the morning light. Tried going out after the sale of liquor and beer had ceased at 11, though our venture into the spired streets only took off around 3am already after cards, Indiana Jones with that kickass Chinese kid from the Goonies, and finishing the supplies we already had around. It was me Pam and Simon, Rogan was trying to come off on a break from his last, well, close to 10 months of working in pubs in the UK, you fill in the backstory on something like that. The first place we took down into, following a massive group of non-Italian Italian-speakers, was this really dark cavernish underground place, bit overfilled on smoke but promising, until the order from us for a few White Russians was met with blank stares, then offers of either the complicated and sophisticated mixture of gin and tonic, or beer. Tried going into Hellhunt next, which was open, then after an extended conversation between myself and the bartendress where I tried in various approaches to carry across my main point that no, I don't speak Estonian, we found out that regardless of the open doors, sign saying it was open for a while, and people at tables, it was closed. Some more night wandering around found us later with bread, cookies and juice, then a return to the hostel for movies off my laptop, sadly both McGyver and Walker Texas Ranger had already played their time out on the Estonian channels.
So after a day filled with sleep, that catches up to me sitting here now with some coffee and toasted sandwiches, with Dutch and Aussie accents in the air. The atmosphere around ranges from different levels of inability for verbal or communicated description, with both ends of surreal experiences to the warm flowing indescribable conversation and tango track of accent lined interaction.