Sitting at home drinking coffee alone on a Thursday morning and absentmindedly looking out the window, small-family-home designer Rein Vihalemm felt he was starting to slowly turn into a fox. It was a strange feeling. The architect's moods became vigilantly alert, his nostrils awoke to sense new and interesting aromas and Rein's gaze would unexpectedly, even to him, focus on the neighbor's yard – where chickens strutted about, one meatier than the next.
in this issue
- Editorial
- FEATURE: Two ways to write about Estonian history: Ene Mihkelson and Sofi Oksanen by Sirje Olesk
- FEATURE: Ethnofuturism. Bridge between national and international in Estonian poetry by Anneli Mihkelev
- SHORT STORY: Foxes and Birds by Mehis Heinsaar
- SHORT STORY: 48 Hours by Maarja Kangro
- SHORT STORY: Internal Immigrant by Mihkel Mutt
- NOVEL EXTRACT: The Saviour of Lasnamäe by Mari Saat
- NOVEL EXTRACT: The Man Who Spoke Snakish by Andrus Kivirähk
- NOVEL EXTRACT: Apothecary Melchior and the Mystery of St. Olaf’s Church by Indrek Hargla
- POETRY: Jürgen Rooste
- POETRY: Hasso Krull
- POETRY: Kristiina Ehin
- POETRY: Sven Kivisildnik
- POETRY: Ene Mihkelson
- POETRY: Juhan Viiding
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(c) Jüri J Dubov -
(c) Jüri J DubovThe Man Who Spoke SnakishMy father was obviously of a different opinion. He wanted to be a modern person, and a modern person should live in a village, under the open sky and the sun, not in a murky forest. He should grow rye, work all summer like some filthy ant, so that in autumn he could look important and gobble bread and be like the foreigners.
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