The summer arrives, the time of ripeness. You are on a trip. In a distant country, you could nearly wish to stay living here. But every country prefers to consist of its natives, first of all. The cicadas are chirring. Chirring through the dusk. The urges of the South are inciting hundreds of millions, suffocating you. The continents are immense, the people uncountable, everyone aspiring for more, to their last breaths, but you must accomplish something. Accomplish something, the cicadas are chirring. Perform something, like a palpable roar into the deep thick night of the South. Into the thicket of branches, dark forkings and gnarling shadows, deep as the feeling of debt.
A collection of fiction, consisting of seven short stories with related topics mostly narrated from the first person perspective. An Estonian man is recalling and contemplating events of his youth and early middle age. The experiences, both painful and joyful, help him better understand his share of the world.
Larats Pilter (Lauri Pilter officially) was born in Tallinn, Estonia, in 1971. Since 2007, he has given lectures of comparative literature at the University of Tartu. He lives in Tartu, Estonia's second largest city. Almost as often, he resides in his parental home town, Haapsalu, at the Baltic Sea coast in Western Estonia.
