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Where time meets truth

Argo Järve

This is a story about a young man misleading travels and challenges in life, about different people and places he visited. About home a school. Love and hate. Money and happiness. Vodka and vices. From life itself. Many readers might recognize themselves in some occasions, maybe even they have experienced something like that or lived it through. Déjà-vu. We're all still humans, and humans often get lost during their travels. There are still fictional characters and events – which are real, which are fictional, is for the reader to decide. The main character Hans, with a restless soul, has traveled to every place is Estonia in search of work & happiness and has often found himself abroad, met & spoken to many different types of people. With nobleman and thieves. Slept under the night sky and also in luxurious hotels. Tasted the waters from a road ditch and tasted wines in the finest restaurants. Felt the power of money and helplessness, when there's no money. Met lies and ultimate honesty on his road. Has he learn`t anything from all of that? That will come out later. One's for sure – there are same types of people over here and across the border. There are no bad and good nationalities; there are only bad and good people.

Argo Järve

Where time meets truth

INTRODUCTION

This is a story about a young man misleading travels and challenges in life, about different people and places he visited. About home a school. Love and hate. Money and happiness. Vodka and vices. From life itself. Many readers might recognize themselves in some occasions, maybe even they have experienced something like that or lived it through. Déjà-vu. We're all still humans, and humans often get lost during their travels. There are still fictional characters and events – which are real, which are fictional, is for the reader to decide. The main character Hans, with a restless soul, has traveled to every place is Estonia in search of work & happiness and has often found himself abroad, met & spoken to many different types of people. With nobleman and thieves. Slept under the night sky and also in luxurious hotels. Tasted the waters from a road ditch and tasted wines in the finest restaurants. Felt the power of money and helplessness, when there's no money. Met lies and ultimate honesty on his road. Has he learn`t anything from all of that? That will come out later. One's for sure – there are same types of people over here and across the border. There are no bad and good nationalities; there are only bad and good people.

I

Childhood's curvy tracks

To understand, why that restless soul is constantly on the move and in search for himself in this big world, we have to dig in the past. Hans was born in the seventies in a small settlement which was then under USSR[1 - USSR – The Soviet Union, officially the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, also known unofficially as Russia, was a socialist state in Eurasia that existed from 1922 to 1991.] & was from a family with many children. He doesn’t remember much from his early childhood. The first memories come from the last group of kindergarten and starting school. In school, he studied as he found fit. He did get some good grades once in a while, but he was not interested in grades, as he loved to say. There were other kids in the family as well beside him. At one point it came out, that the man raising him up wasn’t Hans’ biological father. His parents were divorced and did not get along. They got divorced when Hans was only a baby, and he has no memories about that either. He started to understand only when he was about six or seven years old & realized that the other kids in the family had different surnames. Hans didn’t get an answer at first, why it was like that. His mother bulked from answers and well to be fair, he didn’t understand what a biological father is. Was he too young for these kinds of questions & answers? His life was great until he became about twelve or thirteen. There were often conflicts, in particular with the stepfather.