There are periods in a summer’s day when entire Old Town cafes are taken over by Americans. As if Baghdad isn’t enough, they have to have Tallinn, too. I was there—there being the second floor of the Viru Street Apollo bookstore—one rainy afternoon, when a group of seven American cruiseboat tourists held us all briefly hostage. It might have ended peacefully, but then one of them couldn’t find a letter on Apollo’s internet keyboard:
“There’s no ‘W’!” he proclaimed. “How can you have a keyboard with no ‘W’?”
The girl working behind the counter kept her cool. She’d clearly been in this situation before.
“Don’t you have a ‘W’ in your language?”
How does this unfold? Read on at Vello Vikerkaar’s blog,
http://vellovikerkaar.blogspot...
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