Author: amogle71

Silvia’s Garden, Estonia

This morning I took a short walk out of the village. As I trekked up a hill out of the valley, I passed the newly mown fields and an abandoned…
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Aitäh

Ten months ago, when I first began my search for Silvia, I never imagined visiting Estonia. In fact, I was anticipating three weeks in Paris, but eventually Silvia changed my…
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Visiting Helme

  The clouds billow in from the west, like puppets on strings, their shapes the fantasy of a child's imagination. We follow a field of yellowing rye down a narrow dirt…
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A Map to Viinamärdi

Rain has been the predominant weather pattern during much of my trip to Estonia, with more expected in the coming week. A day with a sunny forecast has become a…
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Emajõgi

With my forehead pressed against the window on a moving blur of a green, I feel only sadness. I am on the train, leaving Tallinn, without meeting Silvia's sister. In…
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KGB Prison Cells, Tallinn

It was with a fair amount of trepidation that I had previously passed the imposing facade of my destination. Moving past the infamous bricked-in windows, knowing I would walk down…
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Great-Granddaughters

In an earlier post, A Mother's Voice, which I wrote from the dates of a genealogical outline, I likened the lives of Silvia's mother and stepmother to the "shadows, flitting across the…
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Metsakalmistu

I have come for Silvia. To bear witness in her stead. To be present at the return of Henrik Visnapuu to the soil of his homeland, and his reunion with…
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The Day, for Estonia.

Today was the day. It was the day I had traveled to Estonia to experience. I couldn't eat and I hadn't slept much. What sleep had come had brought dreams…
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