‘I bet you won’t believe it, but I went to Tallinn for the first time in my life last summer. My choir sang in the Song Festival. The weather’s been cool this year, but last summer was almost tropical. And then it started thundering terribly during the parade, raining cats and dogs. I think it was in July.’ ‘The 20th and 21st.’ ‘What?’ ‘The 20th and 21st of July.’ ‘How do you know that?’ ‘We went, too. Mum wanted to go.’ ‘I see.’ They fall silent again. The engine rumbles. The current flows against them.
