The Soviet Beekeeper. Estonia July 2021

Back to my travels through The wonderful country of Estonia, another of my random finds.

Overgrown
No signs of life
Investigate.

A few days prior I had a couple of pant pooping moments, which when back in my car was able to laugh at hysterically.

The first was when I entered a similar wooden house, door unlocked overgrown with hogweed, once inside it was a complete wreck, scouting the room, a door led off, I saw it was wedged closed with a piece of cardboard, hmmmmm!

I was having doubts, but I opened the door.

FUCK ME

Lying in bed was an obese man aged about 50, his right arm and ribcage swathed in plaster of paris, sweating like a nun looking at pornhub, a half empty bottle of vodka I guess in his other hand.

He muttered something incoherently, staring at me through glassy unfocussed eyes.

I slowly backed out smiling and nodding, thumbs up, "Ok y'all Ok"

The temperature at that time was in the upper 80's Fahrenheit, that was weird, what was going on, was he a prisoner was he awaiting someone, why was the door wedged closed from the outside.

Fuck it I am out of here.

The other was an encounter with a big fuck off dog, that thankfully was chained up, when I casually opened a door to another property deep in the countryside.

Once the barking started I began to sort of like "leg it" back to my car; are guns legal in Estonia?

Car reached
Door open
Key in ignition
AND unlike hollywood
Car starts.
Pedal to the metal and away we fucking go.
Sheesh!

Bollocks to it!

Fortune favours the brave

C'Mon

LET'S MOOCH

I guess it's a bucket of water to flush the bog?

Our first bit of treasure, no dogs, no bodies in beds, this could be good.

Contrasting the diaries, how the years have changed the way items are made. In the midst of WW2 I see a diary, still artistic, still made with care to be treasured fast forward to the 80's plain and functional.

Both unused, no personal entries made. Probably unwanted Christmas gifts.

I had a Great Aunt, now long gone, who every Christmas would present me with a jumper she had knitted, god bless, if only for once she had made the arms the same length they would have been wearable. Maybe she should have given me a diary instead!

Empty rooms but a wardrobe that delivered a box full of treasure.

Splendid, just splendid, gardening and farming periodicals

Monthly magazines on beekeeping, rotting, these should be in a museum. At least no local scrotes have sribbled a cock and balls over them, as would happen in the UK.

Talking of cock and balls: Got to say, that's one hell of a pair of testicles

I thought I had hit the jackpot with these two documents, was Roland awarded an order of merit from the Kremlin, for his sterling work reporting friends and family to the Cheka?

Was Juri, a member of the Cheka, secreting himself in the countryside, spying and committing executions?

Oh how vivid an imagination I have Roland was awarded a certificate for "ACTIVE ARTISTIC ACTIVITIES IN A VOCATIONAL SCHOOL"

Juri, FFS!!! this was not proof of membership to any Intelligence Agency.

It was membership to the ESTONIAN FISHERMAN SOCIETY

Time for me to sling my hook.