My Story

Our life at home was probably much like that of any ordinary family. At least, that is how I remember it. In our two-room flat on Mahlamäe Street, everyday life went on: there was growing up to do, and playing. I was a child who was given toys, cared for, and told off...

When my mother brought me home from Rapla Hospital, there seemed to be nothing unusual about me. I was like any other baby: I slept, ate, cried, and needed care. The danger of those first days of life seemed to have passed. No one had told my mother that what had...

I was born at Rapla Hospital on 21 February 1968, at half past twelve in the afternoon. It was a Wednesday. Estonia was then known as the Estonian Soviet Socialist Republic. Rapla was a small district centre, while Tallinn lay a little over fifty kilometres away. On...