Flight to very eastern Europe

Last Monday I took a bus from Liverpool St. to Stansted airport, but all of a sudden I didn't had any printed out tickets. Quickly run to a photocopy shop/office and I gave my USB to a girl who worked there. When she was printing them I received a question from her "Are you from Estonia ?!". I was surprised too, quick chit-chat with her and same quick rush to the bus. Funny, but our way went thru all places where I lived before "Leyton, Bethnal Green" basically Central Line stations. Our way was 55 minutes long, beautiful green fields with horses, cows and sheeps on them were on both sides for about 40 minutes of our way. In Stansted I had a nice pint (0.568 L) of Stella Artois, which is a "problem-to-pour" beer, because of it's foam. The best things when you fly are take-off, turbulence and plane is shaking (when some people start panic) and landing.

I slept for about 1 hour and woke up when above the clouds was very beautiful: Sun was on west and on east it was becoming dark. When we were above Baltic Sea darkness completely ate all the light. Then we landed, for some "unpatriotic" reason only me and one Estonian women applause. The feeling when you are home is just priceless, mother, father and grandmother came to airport. Then when we were close to home, my friends  were waiting for me with posters in Estonian "TERE TULEMAST KOJU !!!". I was touched, my friends and my dad went to play Russian pool in good old Bamba near my house. Tuesday was complete race for me, I visited Kevin in reede, met Miku and Kennet too. Then my grandmothers and from 6pm to midnight celebrated my 21 with Russian friends in a Spanish restaurant Manolete, really nice place. Prices are cheap, and service is perfect. Really was worth it. On Wednesday I went to Pyaaskyla skatepark, after that straight to my grandmother, then back home to welcome Estonian friends. After 7 months everybody looked 7 months older - Captain Obvious. Had some drinks, told some stories to each other and Kristi took some pictures. Spice boys came later, with some "mary jane". Rolled up, lighted up and smoked it up. Estonian is very different British wide-spread-skunk. On Thursday we went to Kontula skatepark, there was 17 of us ! Finally we came to skatepark, really nice that they built new course every year/half year ? Skating was really nice, I just enjoyed doing ollies. Eventually I involved my self into bad business, wanted to ollie a transfer to flat. Landed few times, but did't rolled away. My last attempt ended with injury. I looked at my left ankle and was shocked. I started screaming to Lauri to call ambulance. Then I concentrated my mind on my ankle, if you turn it try to turn it back !!! It really helped me, because when my leg was dislocated 5 cm to left blood didn't circulated properly. It wasn't that easy, then by one quick move I grabbed ma ankle around and turned it back into right position. Blood circle was normalised.

. A complete drama, really I wouldn't never wish this kind of pain to any living creature, I was shaking and sweating then ambulance arrived. Lucky me but Dimas is living and working in Helsinki. He went to Hospital with me. I received first aid and CD with 3D model on ankle and X-RAYS. I at Dimas's place that night, night was terrible, pain was killing me. I ate 2 pain-killing tablets and fell asleep. Next day me and his room mate smoked really small amount of mary jane, but the plant was completely covered by THC crystals. It reduced my pain for about 4-5 hours. In the evening we both went back home to Tallinn. He - to celebrate his birthday. Me - to hospital. I was operated next day. Operation was only 20 minutes long, now I have a metal screw which is holding my 2 bones together. Now I'm going to spent 2 months with this screw and in addition I will spend 1 month visiting my doctor and analysing my ankle. Nasty shit.