omad asjad

Kui ma olin tudeng siis oli mul kogu aeg tunne, et mul on alati raha. Kui selgus et rahakott oli tuhi siis sorisin koik oma taskud ja kotipohjad labi ja nae jalle oli midagi. Sel hetkel mulle selline korrastamatus isegi meeldis, kunagi ei tea mis kuskilt valja ilmub. Nuud ma olen marganud , et eelistan vaikseid kotte suurtele, kuna suurest kotist eil leia ma vajamineval momendil kunagi omas asju ules. hetkel tean ma peast mis mu pisike kott sisaldab: rahakott, kus pole raha, mobiil, taskuratikute pakk , shveitsi nuga , mis issi tagant nappasin, vaike punane harilik, hugieeniline huulepulk ja raamatukogu kaart, paikeseprillid ja votmed. Ja mul on iga asjaga uks lugu raakida. komplektnuga kinkisid isale mu ode ja oemees aga see seisis pigem puhvetkapis klaasi taga, kui kasutuses oli. Mul seevastu voib seda igal hetkel vaja minna, melonit vaja lahti loigata voi poissmeeste peol pole kellelgi korgitseri kaasas, mul on, voi katkine kuus ara loigata. Kui haaletasin oli see alati mul taskus. Must rahakott on uks rabal aga just selline mis mahub tagataskusse ja on pisike, ostsin selle viljandist saastupoest. minu esimene toeline rahakott.Hugieenilise huulepulga ostis mulle Patrick bordeauxist talvel, tegime jalutuskaiku kulmas talvises linnas ja ninad molemal tatised, ainult uks koike muudava kaubaga pood oli lahti,. Ukse peal koolusid musta nahavarviga hipp hopparid.Poeporand oli kartongijaake ja prahti tais.Minu huulepulk on sadelusega. Paikeseprillid ostsin Tallinan kaubamajast 152 krooni eest, enne seda olid mul tapselt samasugused prillid aga need istusin bussis katki. Ostin esimese palga tulekul samad prillid. Ma ei usu et nad ena paikese eest kaitsevad, kuna on kriimulised aga nad on mind paikese eest kaitsnud Kreekas, portugalis, prantsusmaal, poolas... ja koik on neid vaid kiitnud.Punase hariliku leidsin vabatahtliku kohast prugikasti pealt, moisa omanik Mate oli suurpuhastust teinud. Harilik on hobedase peaga ja kuljele on kirjutatud Paris. Punase noorjupi ots seotud votmepaar on minu esimese isikliku kodu votmed, mis Patrick mulle esimesel voimalusel tegi. Hetkel olen ma suutnud valtida tuhja tahja asju, milleks osta voi saada, kui vaja ei lahe... voi nagu Olav Ehala oma laulus utleb.... "Ainult seda omaks huua, mis su hinge puudutab...."

When i was a student i had all the time the feeling that i always have some money. If my wallet was empty i just searched all the bottoms of my pockets and bags and i had something again. In that moment i even liked that small mess in my life, cause in that way i never knew, what new i find again. Now i have remarked that i prefer small bags more than big, because from the last one i never find the needed things in the right moment. Right now i know exactly, what my small bag consists:Wallet, where is no money, mobilphone, bag of tishues, knife from swizerland, little small pencile, hygienical lipstick, librarycard, sunglasses and keys. All of those things have their story. Knife was present, what my sister made to our father but most of the time it just layed in the vitrin so i took it, good to cut a melon, or open the winebottle, or cut the broken nail on when i hitch hiked, i had it always in my pocket. My little black wallet i from cheap shop but has exactly the size of the backpocket of my jeans. Lipstick is from Bordeaux, from one shop,w hat was still open late evening and our nose where running. Next to the door where black skin hip hoppars and the floor of the shop was covered with everything. The sunglasses are from the mall of Tallinn, they cost 152 crouns. I had exactly the same glasses before but i sat on them in the bus. They are scrached and old but they have protected me in Greece, France, Poland, Portugal. The small pencil is found on the top of one garbagebox from my volontaryplace, Owner of the castle, Mate, cleaned her room. pencil has the silver top and in the side, there is a marking"Paris". The red ribbon hold the keys of my first personal home. At the moment i have learned to avoid things i do not use, why do bye them or own....If you do not need... or as Olav Ehala sayes in one of his songs...." have only the things what are touched by your heart..."