26/05/2023
Valge KÔrvits
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Sergei Lavretsovi 8, 20307 Narva
First of all, it's a great place, it feels like Berlin Brandenburg in the early 2000s.
It was a quiet afternoon. Jacobus picked me up from the Joaorg sauna. I waited for him by the swing. We hugged awkwardly. And we carried on a conversation that grew quieter as time went on.
Strangely, ever since a manipulative Russian squeezed me out of my apartment, I don't want to argue with Germans anymore. Thought, I'm actually used to attacking people.
So we chatted about the architecture of Narva and tried to get to Roro, where we had supposedly met the night before (I was on Tavor that night and can't remember).
However, Roro was closed.
Intuitively, we went uphill to Valge K6rvits.
I spoke Russian with the waiter, and usually I am ashamed to speak Russian because I learned it for my ex, while he still has not learned French, my ex has always said that I just was never taimed, my European upbringing was too laissez-faire, I was allowed too much, now I am learning discipline, I, sloppy and privileged European woman, I am getting tougher by learning Russian, for him, he said, because I love him, he said, I have to submit to him and his Russianness, because I am a Western imperialist, I have to pay for my privilege, I have to be ashamed to want to throw a migrant, a refugee out of my apartment, before that, I should rather leave, I have received the privileged European education, it must become my duty to surrender, to give up some of my privilege to this Russian man and become tougher, to go to Narva. We ordered ramen, carrots and Estonian beer, and Jacobus seemed indifferent to my language skills.
The carrots were fantastic. I think the eggs in the ramen were dyed, probably a leftover from Easter.
All in all, it was very pleasant. I had almost forgotten that my apartment was occupied by Russians trying to become part of the Paris art scene....
