Why did I fall in love with Estonia?
I have been thinking about this lately. Despite never planning to be here, despite having no family ties I am still here
Here is the first reason that I could think:
They can be cold They can be distant They can be shy and rarely persistent But when I walk down the road And look up the faces I see a faint smile In here, of all the places Now I know what you see A guy, outside of his tribe Hesitant, Yet determined striving to carve a good life but the smile you send makes his day till the end and tells him he is not alone and this is also his home /Manan