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The last words were addressed in Estonian to the waiter, who escorted Svana to the machine.
I was sitting drunk from the cognac and the sudden happiness that had piled on me. Until recently, I was bored with of insipid Komsomol classmates, but now suddenly a wonderful night was planned with a young charming girl with fiery red hair.
– Well, everything is all right. Parents have been warned, we are free, dear Ara. Do you mind if I call you that? Until I can pronounce your name properly.
– Actually, Ara, as far as I remember, is a kind of Brazilian speaking parrot.
Svana burst into a ringing laugh, from which I came into indescribable delight, and soon we were in a good mood rushed by taxi to the Viru hotel.
– Who do your parents work for?
– My dad is marine mechanical engineer. Works on the ferry "Estonia". There they met when my mother went to Tallinn as a tourist. Now my father is on vacation, but soon he will set sail, and my mother and I will sail with him. In Stockholm we get off, and from there we go straight to Oslo. My mother's parents, my grandparents live there.