The red sofa, my leg and I
by João Lopes Marques ( Estonian version ) Unexpectedly, watching a football match became these days an unbearable task for me. The goals are sometimes beautiful, Cristiano Ronaldo is getting good shape again, but I can’t even look at the cruel faults players commit on the pitch. All those legs and feet and legs and feet in aggressive motion against each other. For some reason doctors baptized it “Traumatology Room”: a twisted ankle can have major consequences and I don’t mean only in our vulnerable bones and ligaments and whatsoever. It can also twist severely our perspective on the most earthy things. It happened finally to me. Three impressions just popped up: 1st) I never imagined so much Russian-speaking Estonians worked in the main Tallinn public hospital; 2nd) it is still a mystery for me why the emergency room sends us back home without a pair of crutches; 3rd) it is not easy to decide fast which pair of jeans we will rip off so that the plaster cast fits. This was a pedag...