I know, sitting next to someone wearing a medieval cape and  writing a bloody song about a baby’s ghost who is stuck “on the other side” can be a little bit…intense. That’s exactly what I was working on on  the plane, by the way.

But just like all those businessmen, pilots, stewardesses – I was just doing my job at this very moment. That’s our job, dealing with ghosts. What all those characters in songs, books and movies are before they will be given some kind of a real form. They must be ghosts, aren’t they?

I have so many unseeable friends and I got to help them.That’s my job.

In Estonian is there is a word for a job: elukutse. If you’d translate it directly  into English it would be “the call of life”. And that’s the way it should be.

Well, hello New York. Here we are again.



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