Not when you're from a country where the car is a part of the family. And when it happens then you climb under it and cry. 8.11.09 by Mare Sabolotny. A gas station twenty kilometres before Liège in Belgium.
In a very small town of South-Estonia, there is a night club which is loved by everyone. Before the club changed it's name to the name of the river that it stands next to, it was called "Your second home". On the picture is the owner of the club, a friendly gentleman, who doesn't mind having a few drinks with his guests or dressing up just for the fun of it. Cheers to club Võhandu! Photo by Andra Teede.
Somebody had scribbled on a wall the poem "Helin" by Juhan Liiv, one of the greatest Estonian poets who have ever lived. And when I say "one of" I'm only polite and actually mean "THE".