This story has been ongoing since I was seventeen, and just to let you know, I’m 72 this year.
Yes, it’s taken a long time to get it done.
Why, you might ask.
Well, I never gave it much interest because I started writing it after a small incident when I was 17, and working as a book packer for a book distributor in Melbourne
At the end of my first year, at Christmas, the employer had a Christmas party, and that year, it was at a venue in St Kilda.
I wasn’t going to go because at that age, I was an ordinary boy who was very introverted and basically scared of his own shadow and terrified by girls.
Back then, I would cross the street to avoid them
Also, other members of the staff in the shipping department were rough and ready types who were not backwards in telling me what happened, and being naive, perhaps they knew I’d be either shocked or intrigued.
I was both adamant I wasn’t coming and then got roped in on a dare.
Damn!
So, back then, in the early 70s, people looked the other way when it came to drinking, and of course, Dutch courage always takes away the concerns, especially when normally you wouldn’t do half the stuff you wouldn’t in a million years
I made it to the end, not as drunk and stupid as I thought I might be, and St Kilda being a salacious place if you knew where to look, my new friends decided to give me a surprise.
It didn’t take long to realise these men were ‘men about town’ as they kept saying, and we went on an odyssey. Yes, those backstreet brothels where one could, I was told, have anything they could imagine.
Let me tell you, large quantities of alcohol and imagination were a very bad mix.
So, the odyssey in ‘The things we do’ was based on that, and then the encounter with Diana. Well, let’s just say I learned a great deal about girls that night.
Firstly, not all girls are nasty and spiteful, which seemed to be the case whenever I met one. There was a way to approach, greet, talk to, and behave.
It was also true that I could have had anything I wanted, but I decided what was in my imagination could stay there. She was amused that all I wanted was to talk, but it was my money, and I could spend it how I liked.
And like any 17-year-old naive fool, I fell in love with her and had all these foolish notions. Months later, I went back, but she had moved on, to where no one was saying or knew.
Needless to say, I was heartbroken and had to get over that first loss, which, like any 17-year-old, was like the end of the world.
But it was the best hour I’d ever spent in my life and would remain so until I met the woman I have been married to for the last 48 years.
As Henry, he was in part based on a rebel, the son of rich parents who despised them and their wealth, and he used to regale anyone who would listen about how they had messed up his life
If only I’d come from such a background!
And yes, I was only a run away from climbing up the stairs to get on board a ship, acting as a purser.
I worked for a shipping company and they gave their junior staff members an opportunity to spend a year at sea working as a purser on a cargo ship that sailed between Melbourne, Sydney and Hobart in Australia.
One of the other junior staff members’ turn came, and I would visit him on board when he would tell me stories about life on board, the officers, the crew, and other events. These stories, which sounded incredible to someone so impressionable, were a delight to hear.
Alas, by that time, I had tired of office work and moved on to be a tradesman at the place where my father worked.
It proved to be the right move, as that is where I met my wife. Diana had been right; love would find me when I least expected it.
Balancing Ink & Life: How Writers Can Master Their Craft While Taming Distractions
“You can’t write what you don’t know, but you can’t write what you’re not focused on.” – Anonymous
Writing is a solitary art that demands deep concentration, yet writers are also humans with families, jobs, errands, and the ever‑present buzz of notifications. If you’ve ever stared at a blank screen while the dishwasher hums, the dog barks, or the inbox pings, you’re not alone. Below is a practical, battle‑tested roadmap for managing the work‑life tug‑of‑war and carving out a distraction‑free zone where words can flow.
1. Map Out Your Priorities – Then Align Your Schedule
a. Define What You’re Writing For
Goal
Frequency
Time Needed
Deadline
Draft novel chapter
3×/week
2 hrs
End of month
Blog post for client
1×/week
1 hr
Wednesday
Personal journaling
Daily
15 min
—
Why it works: When the purpose and deadline are crystal clear, you can allocate slots that protect both writing and non‑writing responsibilities.
b. The “Two‑Bucket” Calendar
Bucket 1 – Core Writing Blocks: Reserve 2–4 dedicated hours on your most alert days (morning for most, late night for night‑owls).
Bucket 2 – Life Obligations: Place meetings, family duties, errands, and “buffer” time here.
Treat the writing bucket like a non‑negotiable meeting with yourself. If a personal event threatens to intrude, move it to Bucket 2 or reschedule—never cancel the writing block.
2. Design a Physical “Write‑Only” Sanctuary
Element
Practical Tips
Location
Choose a spot that’s separate from TV, kitchen, or bedroom. Even a small corner with a desk and a single chair works.
Lighting
Natural light boosts mood; if that’s impossible, use a daylight‑mimicking lamp (4,000–5,000 K).
Ergonomics
Invest in a supportive chair and keep the monitor at eye level to prevent fatigue.
Signal
Put a simple sign (“Writing in progress”) on the door or a colored flag on the desk; it tells others you’re in focus mode.
Minimalism
Keep only the essentials: laptop, notebook, pen, a cup of tea. Clutter equals mental clutter.
Pro tip: If you can’t leave home, recreate this “sanctuary” with a portable setup—fold‑out lap desk, noise-cancelling headphones, and a “Do Not Disturb” status on your phone.
3. Shut Out the Digital Noise
Turn Off All Non‑Essential Notifications
Use the Do Not Disturb mode on all devices.
On Windows/macOS, set Focus Assist or Focus Mode to silence alerts.
On iOS/Android, create a custom “Writing” profile that only allows calls from emergency contacts.
Leverage Website Blockers
Freedom, Cold Turkey, or the free LeechBlock extension can lock you out of social media, news sites, and even email for the duration of a writing block.
The “30‑Minute Rule” for Email
Open email only at the start and end of your day. If something urgent pops up, note it on a “Later” list and return to it after the writing block.
Physical Device Separation
Keep your phone in another room or inside a drawer. If you need it for reference, set a timer (e.g., 5 min) and then return it to its “out of sight” spot.
4. Master the Mental Muscle of Focus
a. The Pomodoro‑Plus Method
25 min writing (single‑task, screen‑only).
5 min micro‑break (stretch, hydrate, glance away).
After four cycles, take a 15‑20 min longer break (walk, snack).
Why the “plus”? After each Pomodoro, jot a one‑sentence note of where you left off. This “mental bookmark” prevents the brain from trying to remember the plot thread during the break, keeping the next session smoother.
b. The “Pre‑Write Ritual”
5‑minute breathing (inhale 4‑sec, hold 4‑sec, exhale 4‑sec).
Sensory cue (light a candle, play a specific instrumental track).
Goal statement: “In this session, I will finish the opening dialogue for scene 3.”
Rituals cue your brain that it’s time to shift into creative mode.
c. The “One‑Idea‑Only” Technique
When a stray thought appears (e.g., “Did I lock the front door?”), write it down on a “Distraction Pad” and promise yourself you’ll address it after the current block. The act of externalising the thought releases the mental load.
5. Protect Your Life Outside the Desk
Area
Simple Guardrails
Family
Set a daily “family check‑in” (15 min) to answer questions, then return to writing.
Household chores
Batch tasks (laundry, dishes) for evenings or weekends; schedule them like appointments.
Exercise & Health
Block a 30‑minute workout slot before or after your writing block—movement fuels focus.
Social Media
Allocate specific windows (e.g., 8–9 pm) for scrolling; keep the rest of the day offline.
Sleep
Treat bedtime as a non‑negotiable meeting; aim for 7–8 hours for optimal cognitive performance.
When your non‑writing life runs on a predictable rhythm, fewer emergencies bleed into your writing time.
6. Real‑World Example: A Day in the Life of a Freelance Novelist
5 Off-the-Beaten-Path Things to Do in Scopje: Discover the Hidden Soul of North Macedonia
When you think of Scopje, North Macedonia’s capital, you might picture the iconic Stone Bridge, the towering statue of Alexander the Great, or the eclectic mix of neoclassical and Ottoman architecture. But beyond the postcard-perfect landmarks lies a lesser-known side of Scopje—quiet alleyways, artistic havens, and authentic local experiences that most tourists miss. If you’re craving something deeper than the typical itinerary, lace up your walking shoes and step off the beaten path. Here are five unique and local-favourite things to do in Scopje that will give you a genuine taste of the city’s soul.
1. Roam the Artist’s Quarter in Čair’s Hidden Courtyards
Tucked away in the bustling Čair neighbourhood—a mosaic of cultures and communities—you’ll find Scopje’s underground art scene thriving in unexpected places. Move past the main streets and into the quiet, ivy-covered courtyards where local artists convert old Ottoman-era houses into studios, galleries, and impromptu exhibition spaces.
Visit during the Čair Fest (if your trip aligns in summer) or simply wander during daylight hours. Knock gently—many artists welcome curious visitors with a warm Zdravo and a cup of Turkish coffee. These intimate encounters offer a refreshing contrast to commercial galleries and reveal the creative heartbeat of the city.
Pro Tip: Bring cash—many artworks are for sale at surprisingly reasonable prices.
2. Hike to Kale Fortress at Sunrise (and Skip the Crowds)
While the medieval Kale Fortress is a popular attraction, most tourists visit midday when the heat and crowds peak. Instead, set your alarm and hike up from the Old Bazaar at sunrise. The path is steep but short, and as you climb through dew-kissed cobblestones, you’ll likely have the ancient ramparts all to yourself.
Watching the city slowly awaken from this vantage point—mist rising off the Vardar River, minarets silhouetted against a peach-colored sky—is pure magic. Plus, you’ll spot resident cats napping in sunlit nooks and hear only birdsong and the occasional call to prayer.
Bonus: Bring a thermos of strong Macedonian coffee and enjoy a quiet moment in history.
3. Discover the Forgotten Macedonian Railway Museum
Tucked behind the main train station and often overlooked, this modest museum is a goldmine for history buffs and train enthusiasts. Inside a converted 1920s depot, vintage locomotives, archival photographs, and meticulously restored railcars tell the story of Balkan railway development.
Curator Ljubčo, a retired engineer with decades of experience, often volunteers his time—and his stories. He’ll regale you with tales of cross-border journeys during Yugoslavia, smuggled contraband, and the secret role trains played during political upheavals.
Why it’s special: It’s personal, unpolished, and deeply nostalgic—no admission fee, just gratitude.
4. Sip Mint Tea in a Hidden Hammam Garden
Tucked behind a plain doorway near the Old Bazaar, Čarši Hamam—once a bustling Ottoman bath—now hosts a tranquil tea garden few know about. While the structure remains unrestored, locals and expats have claimed the inner courtyard as a peaceful retreat.
Pull up a wooden stool, order a glass of warm mint tea or rakija infused with quince, and listen to live acoustic music on weekend evenings. The crumbling tile walls, dappled sunlight, and scent of rosewater create an atmosphere that feels centuries old and refreshingly current.
Insider detail: The entrance is easy to miss—look for a faded green archway between two spice stalls.
5. Take a Ferry to the “Island” (Gazi Baba’s Secret Retreat)
Just a short bus ride from the city centre, the Vardar River widens into a calm stretch dotted with a little-known artificial island known locally as “Ostrvo” (The Island). Locals flock here on weekends to escape the urban buzz, lounging on grassy banks, grilling pljeskavica, or swimming cautiously in calmer eddies.
For a unique experience, hop on a hand-rowed wooden ferry operated by a retired fisherman named Tome. For just 50 denars (less than $1), he’ll ferry you across, offering a quick history lesson en route. Once there, enjoy fresh kiselo mleko (yogurt drink) from a pop-up stand and watch local fishermen mend their nets.
Best time to go: Late afternoon on a weekday—fewer people, golden light, unforgettable views.
Final Thoughts: Scopje Rewritten
Scopje is often misunderstood—a city caught between epochs, aesthetics, and identities. But for those willing to wander beyond the curated city centre, it reveals itself in murmurs: a poet reading in a courtyard, a whiff of rose oil from an open window, the rhythmic clang of a blacksmith’s hammer.
These five experiences aren’t just “things to do”—they’re invitations to connect. To slow down. To listen. To become part of Scopje’s quiet, unfolding story.
So next time you’re in town, skip the statue selfies (at least for a morning) and let the city surprise you. The road less travelled in Scopje isn’t just scenic—it’s soul-stirring.
Have you discovered your own hidden gem in Scopje? Share your offbeat adventures in the comments below!
Beyond the Old Town: 5 Road-Less-Travelled Things to Do in Tallinn
When most travellers think of Tallinn, the image that springs to mind is of cobbled streets, medieval towers, and the fairytale charm of its UNESCO-listed Old Town. It’s no wonder—Tallinn’s historic heart is enchanting, and rightly so. But venture just beyond the postcard-perfect walls, and you’ll discover a quieter, more authentic side of Estonia’s capital—one brimming with creativity, nature, and local spirit.
If you’ve already admired the view from Toompea Hill and sipped craft beer in Town Hall Square, it’s time to stray from the beaten path. Here are five unique and lesser-known experiences that reveal the soul of Tallinn beyond the tourist trail.
1. Explore the Abandoned Military Bunkers of Nahkakivi Nature Park
Tucked away in a pine forest just 30 minutes east of the city lies Nahkakivi Nature Park, a serene yet haunting reminder of Estonia’s Soviet past. Scattered throughout the woods are dozens of abandoned military bunkers—concrete relics hidden beneath moss and ferns, remnants of Cold War paranoia.
Hiking through this tranquil forest, you’ll stumble upon camouflaged tunnels, rusting artillery platforms, and watchtowers half-swallowed by nature. It’s an eerie, atmospheric exploration that doubles as a thought-provoking history lesson. Locals come here for peace, photography, and even forest yoga—making it a perfect escape for introspective travellers.
Pro Tip: Visit in autumn when golden leaves contrast with grey concrete, or summer for lush greenery. Bring a flashlight and a sense of adventure.
2. Sip Local Brews at a Pirate-Themed Microbrewery in Kopli
Tucked into Tallinn’s industrial Kopli district—once home to a bustling shipyard—Piraat Brewery offers a quirky, offbeat experience. More than just a pub, Piraat is a cultural institution with a pirate crew (yes, they dress the part), live folk music, and beers brewed using ancient Estonian recipes.
You won’t find many tourists here—just locals laughing over tankards of smoky koduõlu (home-brew) and hearty black bread soup. The taproom feels like stepping into a cozy nautical legend, complete with anchors, maps, and a fireplace surrounded by wooden barrels.
Try This: The flagship “Piraat” ale, dark and malty, or their seasonal herbal brews infused with juniper and wild berries.
3. Wander Through the Hidden Courtyards of Kalamaja
While most visitors flock to the pastel houses of Kalamaja for photos, few venture into its network of hidden courtyards. These intimate inner spaces, tucked behind unassuming doors, are pockets of bohemian soul—filled with street art, cat cafes, independent galleries, and tiny designer boutiques.
Kalamaja, a former working-class district, has transformed into a creative enclave. Spend an hour wandering alleys like Lühike jalg and Kopli, where vintage stores, ceramic workshops, and open studios reveal the city’s artistic pulse. Don’t miss the “Suur Rämba” house—a colourful, graffiti-covered community art project.
Local Insight: Time your visit with the Kalamaja Days festival (June) when courtyards fling open their doors for guided tours and live music.
4. Take a Ferry to Aegna Island for a Wild Nature Escape
Just an hour by public ferry from the city centre lies Aegna Island—a wild, forested escape with no cars, no hotels, and no crowds. Once a Soviet military zone, Aegna is now a protected nature reserve with hiking trails winding through pine forests, WWII ruins, and overgrown observation towers.
Birdwatchers, hikers, and solitude seekers flock here for the silence and the surreal feeling of undiscovered wilderness minutes from the capital. Bring a picnic, spot deer or rare woodpeckers, and climb the island’s highest point for panoramic views of the Gulf of Finland.
How to Go: Catch the seasonal ferry from Sitsi Harbour (spring to autumn), or rent a kayak from the mainland.
5. Uncover Street Art & Urban Gentrification in Balti Jaam Market District
Forget sterile shopping malls—Tallinn’s most vibrant shopping and dining scene unfolds at Balti Jaam Market. Located in a converted 19th-century train warehouse near the city’s central train station, this former grey-market hub has blossomed into a hipster haven.
Inside, you’ll find vintage clothing stalls, farm-to-table food trucks, local design pop-ups, and cozy cafés serving Baltic rye sourdough and third-wave coffee. Graffiti covers the outer walls, and the atmosphere hums with youthful energy.
But the real secret? The surrounding streets—Lühike, Väike, and Soo—are lined with street art murals, tucked-away galleries, and micro-theatres. It’s a neighbourhood reborn, where grassroots creativity thrives just beyond the tourist radar.
Must-Do: Grab a kohuke (Estonian curd snack) from a vendor and explore the back alleys—every corner holds a surprise.
Final Thoughts: Rediscover Tallinn Off the Map
Tallinn’s charm isn’t confined to its medieval ramparts. By stepping into forgotten forests, abandoned fortresses, and neighbourhood courtyards, you experience the city as locals do—dynamic, layered, and quietly poetic.
So next time you’re wandering the Old Town, remember: adventure waits just around the corner. Whether you’re chasing Soviet ghosts in the woods or sipping pirate ale under candlelight, the road less travelled in Tallinn always leads somewhere unforgettable.
Pack your curiosity—and maybe a flashlight. The real Tallinn is waiting.
Balancing Ink & Life: How Writers Can Master Their Craft While Taming Distractions
“You can’t write what you don’t know, but you can’t write what you’re not focused on.” – Anonymous
Writing is a solitary art that demands deep concentration, yet writers are also humans with families, jobs, errands, and the ever‑present buzz of notifications. If you’ve ever stared at a blank screen while the dishwasher hums, the dog barks, or the inbox pings, you’re not alone. Below is a practical, battle‑tested roadmap for managing the work‑life tug‑of‑war and carving out a distraction‑free zone where words can flow.
1. Map Out Your Priorities – Then Align Your Schedule
a. Define What You’re Writing For
Goal
Frequency
Time Needed
Deadline
Draft novel chapter
3×/week
2 hrs
End of month
Blog post for client
1×/week
1 hr
Wednesday
Personal journaling
Daily
15 min
—
Why it works: When the purpose and deadline are crystal clear, you can allocate slots that protect both writing and non‑writing responsibilities.
b. The “Two‑Bucket” Calendar
Bucket 1 – Core Writing Blocks: Reserve 2–4 dedicated hours on your most alert days (morning for most, late night for night‑owls).
Bucket 2 – Life Obligations: Place meetings, family duties, errands, and “buffer” time here.
Treat the writing bucket like a non‑negotiable meeting with yourself. If a personal event threatens to intrude, move it to Bucket 2 or reschedule—never cancel the writing block.
2. Design a Physical “Write‑Only” Sanctuary
Element
Practical Tips
Location
Choose a spot that’s separate from TV, kitchen, or bedroom. Even a small corner with a desk and a single chair works.
Lighting
Natural light boosts mood; if that’s impossible, use a daylight‑mimicking lamp (4,000–5,000 K).
Ergonomics
Invest in a supportive chair and keep the monitor at eye level to prevent fatigue.
Signal
Put a simple sign (“Writing in progress”) on the door or a colored flag on the desk; it tells others you’re in focus mode.
Minimalism
Keep only the essentials: laptop, notebook, pen, a cup of tea. Clutter equals mental clutter.
Pro tip: If you can’t leave home, recreate this “sanctuary” with a portable setup—fold‑out lap desk, noise-cancelling headphones, and a “Do Not Disturb” status on your phone.
3. Shut Out the Digital Noise
Turn Off All Non‑Essential Notifications
Use the Do Not Disturb mode on all devices.
On Windows/macOS, set Focus Assist or Focus Mode to silence alerts.
On iOS/Android, create a custom “Writing” profile that only allows calls from emergency contacts.
Leverage Website Blockers
Freedom, Cold Turkey, or the free LeechBlock extension can lock you out of social media, news sites, and even email for the duration of a writing block.
The “30‑Minute Rule” for Email
Open email only at the start and end of your day. If something urgent pops up, note it on a “Later” list and return to it after the writing block.
Physical Device Separation
Keep your phone in another room or inside a drawer. If you need it for reference, set a timer (e.g., 5 min) and then return it to its “out of sight” spot.
4. Master the Mental Muscle of Focus
a. The Pomodoro‑Plus Method
25 min writing (single‑task, screen‑only).
5 min micro‑break (stretch, hydrate, glance away).
After four cycles, take a 15‑20 min longer break (walk, snack).
Why the “plus”? After each Pomodoro, jot a one‑sentence note of where you left off. This “mental bookmark” prevents the brain from trying to remember the plot thread during the break, keeping the next session smoother.
b. The “Pre‑Write Ritual”
5‑minute breathing (inhale 4‑sec, hold 4‑sec, exhale 4‑sec).
Sensory cue (light a candle, play a specific instrumental track).
Goal statement: “In this session, I will finish the opening dialogue for scene 3.”
Rituals cue your brain that it’s time to shift into creative mode.
c. The “One‑Idea‑Only” Technique
When a stray thought appears (e.g., “Did I lock the front door?”), write it down on a “Distraction Pad” and promise yourself you’ll address it after the current block. The act of externalising the thought releases the mental load.
5. Protect Your Life Outside the Desk
Area
Simple Guardrails
Family
Set a daily “family check‑in” (15 min) to answer questions, then return to writing.
Household chores
Batch tasks (laundry, dishes) for evenings or weekends; schedule them like appointments.
Exercise & Health
Block a 30‑minute workout slot before or after your writing block—movement fuels focus.
Social Media
Allocate specific windows (e.g., 8–9 pm) for scrolling; keep the rest of the day offline.
Sleep
Treat bedtime as a non‑negotiable meeting; aim for 7–8 hours for optimal cognitive performance.
When your non‑writing life runs on a predictable rhythm, fewer emergencies bleed into your writing time.
6. Real‑World Example: A Day in the Life of a Freelance Novelist
All stories require some form of research, quite often to place a character in a place at a particular time, especially if it is in a historical context. This series will take you through what it was like in 1914 through 1916.
A Journey Back to the Great War Era, When Tram Bells Rang and Empire Loyalties Were Paramount.
Modern Melbourne is a vibrant fusion of gleaming skyscrapers, hidden laneway bars, and world-class sporting arenas. But cast your mind back 109 years, to the sweltering late summer of 1915.
Australia was barely 14 years old as a federated nation, and the Great War (the war to end all wars) was dominating civic life. Thousands of young men were training outside the city, preparing for an unknown fate in distant Gallipoli, and Melbourne—the unofficial cultural capital—buzzed with patriotism, anxiety, and a fierce determination to keep life proceeding apace.
If you arrived in Melbourne by steamer or train in March 1915, seeking culture, leisure, or respite, where would a respectable visitor spend their time?
Here are the Top Five essential places to visit, a snapshot of life in the ‘Marvellous Melbourne’ of the Great War era.
1. The Public Library, Museum, and National Gallery (Current State Library Victoria & NGV)
In 1915, these three institutions were housed together in the grand complex on Swanston Street. This was not just a repository of books; it was the intellectual and cultural heart of the Commonwealth.
What You Would See:
The Dome: The spectacular octagonal reading room (the famous Domed Reading Room) had opened just ten years earlier and was a stunning architectural wonder. You would see men—and increasingly, women—poring over newspapers and ledgers, often discussing war news in hushed tones.
Art & Artifacts: The National Gallery sector displayed works purchased through the burgeoning Felton Bequest, providing access to European masters and important local artists.
The Atmosphere: A place of serious contemplation, where city officials mingled with students and researchers, all seeking knowledge away from the intense energy of the streets.
2. The Royal Botanic Gardens and the Shrine’s Future Site
While the magnificent Shrine of Remembrance would not be built until the 1930s, the surrounding area was already one of Melbourne’s most beloved leisure spots.
What You Would See:
The Gardens: March was the perfect time for a late-summer promenade. Visitors strolled along the Ornamental Lake, admired the recently established Tropical Glasshouse, and enjoyed picnics beneath the historic elms and oaks that had been growing since the mid-19th century.
The People: This was the definitive spot for society to see and be seen. You would observe impeccably dressed ladies in high-necked lace and enormous hats, often accompanied by men in civilian suits or military uniforms on brief leave.
Patriotic Displays: On Sundays, it was common to see unofficial gatherings or concerts raising funds for the war effort, turning the scenic grounds into a hub of patriotic activity.
3. The Block Arcade and Bourke Street
The central business district of Melbourne in 1915 was defined by the stunning Victorian and Edwardian architecture of its key retail streets. No spot was more essential for a visitor than the glorious indoor thoroughfare of The Block Arcade.
What You Would See:
High Commerce: This was the place to acquire the latest fashions, fine jewellery, and imported delicacies. Shops like Georges and others nearby set the retail standard for the nation.
Taking Tea: A visit to The Block was incomplete without taking afternoon tea at the famed Hopetoun Tea Rooms, with its opulent setting and renowned cakes.
Tram Life: Bourke Street was the beating heart of the city’s electric tram network, still relatively new. The jingle of the trams was the soundtrack to the busy street, ferrying commuters and shoppers to and from the inner suburbs. The sheer volume of people flowing through this intersection was truly ‘Marvellous Melbourne’ on display.
4. St. Kilda Esplanade and Pier
To escape the grime and tension of the central city, Melbourne residents would take the train or tram south to the seaside suburb of St. Kilda. While not yet the bohemian hub it would become later in the century, St. Kilda offered fresh air and seaside entertainment.
What You Would See:
The Pier: St. Kilda Pier was a major destination. Visitors could stroll out over the water, watch fishermen, and perhaps catch a view of the ships coming and going from Port Melbourne, many of which would soon carry troops overseas.
The Kiosk: At the end of the pier, a charming, distinctive Kiosk (the current structure is a later replacement) offered simple refreshments and sweeping views of the bay.
Luna Park: While the famous Luna Park didn’t open until 1912, it had quickly become a fixture. The exhilarating sights and sounds of the “Big Dipper” and the famous ‘Mr. Moon’ entrance provided a necessary distraction from the looming shadow of the war.
5. Parliament House and Treasury Gardens
In 1915, Melbourne’s Parliament House was still the primary legislative chamber for the newly formed Commonwealth of Australia (Canberra was under construction, not yet operational). This area was the hub of political decision-making.
What You Would See:
The Architecture: The massive, imposing structure of Parliament House, with its grand steps, symbolized the youthful power of the Australian government. Given the ongoing war, the discussions within were crucial—debates about conscription, finances, and troop deployments were frequent and heated.
The Gardens: Across the street, the stately Treasury Gardens offered a quieter, more formal alternative to the Botanic Gardens. It was a place for political power brokers to hold discrete meetings, or simply for weary citizens to sit and read the latest casualty lists published in the daily paper.
The Government Presence: Unlike today, the area was saturated with military staff and government clerks rushing between the various official buildings, underscoring Melbourne’s role as the wartime political capital.
March 1915: A City of Contradictions
Visiting Melbourne in March 1915 was to experience a city operating at full tilt, yet under immense psychological pressure. These five destinations remind us that even as the world prepared for unprecedented conflict, the necessity of culture, leisure, and civic pride remained undeniable.
It was a Melbourne built on certainty and Victorian grandeur, soon to be irrevocably changed by the events of the global conflict that lay just weeks ahead.
Step Into History
What forgotten Melbourne historical site would you most like to visit if you could travel back to 1915? Share your thoughts below!
Beyond the Old Town: 5 Road-Less-Travelled Things to Do in Tallinn
When most travellers think of Tallinn, the image that springs to mind is of cobbled streets, medieval towers, and the fairytale charm of its UNESCO-listed Old Town. It’s no wonder—Tallinn’s historic heart is enchanting, and rightly so. But venture just beyond the postcard-perfect walls, and you’ll discover a quieter, more authentic side of Estonia’s capital—one brimming with creativity, nature, and local spirit.
If you’ve already admired the view from Toompea Hill and sipped craft beer in Town Hall Square, it’s time to stray from the beaten path. Here are five unique and lesser-known experiences that reveal the soul of Tallinn beyond the tourist trail.
1. Explore the Abandoned Military Bunkers of Nahkakivi Nature Park
Tucked away in a pine forest just 30 minutes east of the city lies Nahkakivi Nature Park, a serene yet haunting reminder of Estonia’s Soviet past. Scattered throughout the woods are dozens of abandoned military bunkers—concrete relics hidden beneath moss and ferns, remnants of Cold War paranoia.
Hiking through this tranquil forest, you’ll stumble upon camouflaged tunnels, rusting artillery platforms, and watchtowers half-swallowed by nature. It’s an eerie, atmospheric exploration that doubles as a thought-provoking history lesson. Locals come here for peace, photography, and even forest yoga—making it a perfect escape for introspective travellers.
Pro Tip: Visit in autumn when golden leaves contrast with grey concrete, or summer for lush greenery. Bring a flashlight and a sense of adventure.
2. Sip Local Brews at a Pirate-Themed Microbrewery in Kopli
Tucked into Tallinn’s industrial Kopli district—once home to a bustling shipyard—Piraat Brewery offers a quirky, offbeat experience. More than just a pub, Piraat is a cultural institution with a pirate crew (yes, they dress the part), live folk music, and beers brewed using ancient Estonian recipes.
You won’t find many tourists here—just locals laughing over tankards of smoky koduõlu (home-brew) and hearty black bread soup. The taproom feels like stepping into a cozy nautical legend, complete with anchors, maps, and a fireplace surrounded by wooden barrels.
Try This: The flagship “Piraat” ale, dark and malty, or their seasonal herbal brews infused with juniper and wild berries.
3. Wander Through the Hidden Courtyards of Kalamaja
While most visitors flock to the pastel houses of Kalamaja for photos, few venture into its network of hidden courtyards. These intimate inner spaces, tucked behind unassuming doors, are pockets of bohemian soul—filled with street art, cat cafes, independent galleries, and tiny designer boutiques.
Kalamaja, a former working-class district, has transformed into a creative enclave. Spend an hour wandering alleys like Lühike jalg and Kopli, where vintage stores, ceramic workshops, and open studios reveal the city’s artistic pulse. Don’t miss the “Suur Rämba” house—a colourful, graffiti-covered community art project.
Local Insight: Time your visit with the Kalamaja Days festival (June) when courtyards fling open their doors for guided tours and live music.
4. Take a Ferry to Aegna Island for a Wild Nature Escape
Just an hour by public ferry from the city centre lies Aegna Island—a wild, forested escape with no cars, no hotels, and no crowds. Once a Soviet military zone, Aegna is now a protected nature reserve with hiking trails winding through pine forests, WWII ruins, and overgrown observation towers.
Birdwatchers, hikers, and solitude seekers flock here for the silence and the surreal feeling of undiscovered wilderness minutes from the capital. Bring a picnic, spot deer or rare woodpeckers, and climb the island’s highest point for panoramic views of the Gulf of Finland.
How to Go: Catch the seasonal ferry from Sitsi Harbour (spring to autumn), or rent a kayak from the mainland.
5. Uncover Street Art & Urban Gentrification in Balti Jaam Market District
Forget sterile shopping malls—Tallinn’s most vibrant shopping and dining scene unfolds at Balti Jaam Market. Located in a converted 19th-century train warehouse near the city’s central train station, this former grey-market hub has blossomed into a hipster haven.
Inside, you’ll find vintage clothing stalls, farm-to-table food trucks, local design pop-ups, and cozy cafés serving Baltic rye sourdough and third-wave coffee. Graffiti covers the outer walls, and the atmosphere hums with youthful energy.
But the real secret? The surrounding streets—Lühike, Väike, and Soo—are lined with street art murals, tucked-away galleries, and micro-theatres. It’s a neighbourhood reborn, where grassroots creativity thrives just beyond the tourist radar.
Must-Do: Grab a kohuke (Estonian curd snack) from a vendor and explore the back alleys—every corner holds a surprise.
Final Thoughts: Rediscover Tallinn Off the Map
Tallinn’s charm isn’t confined to its medieval ramparts. By stepping into forgotten forests, abandoned fortresses, and neighbourhood courtyards, you experience the city as locals do—dynamic, layered, and quietly poetic.
So next time you’re wandering the Old Town, remember: adventure waits just around the corner. Whether you’re chasing Soviet ghosts in the woods or sipping pirate ale under candlelight, the road less travelled in Tallinn always leads somewhere unforgettable.
Pack your curiosity—and maybe a flashlight. The real Tallinn is waiting.
It was the first time in almost a week that I made the short walk to the cafe alone. It was early, and the chill of the morning was still in the air. In summer, it was the best time of the day. When Susan came with me, it was usually much later, when the day was much warmer and less tolerable.
On the morning of the third day of her visit, Susan said she was missing the hustle and bustle of London, and by the end of the fourth she said, in not so many words, she was over being away from ‘civilisation’. This was a side of her I had not seen before, and it surprised me.
She hadn’t complained, but it was making her irritable. The Susan that morning was vastly different to the Susan on the first day. So much, I thought, for her wanting to ‘reconnect’, the word she had used as the reason for coming to Greve unannounced.
It was also the first morning I had time to reflect on her visit and what my feelings were towards her. It was the reason I’d come to Greve: to soak up the peace and quiet and think about what I was going to do with the rest of my life.
I sat in my usual corner. Maria, one of two waitresses, came out, stopped, and there was no mistaking the relief in her manner. There was an air of tension between Susan and Maria I didn’t understand, and it seemed to emanate from Susan rather than the other way around. I could understand her attitude if it was towards Alisha, but not Maria. All she did was serve coffee and cake.
When Maria recovered from the momentary surprise, she said, smiling, “You are by yourself?” She gave a quick glance in the direction of my villa, just to be sure.
“I am this morning. I’m afraid the heat, for one who is not used to it, can be quite debilitating. I’m also afraid it has had a bad effect on her manners, for which I apologise. I cannot explain why she has been so rude to you.”
“You do not have to apologise for her, David, but it is of no consequence to me. I have had a lot worse. I think she is simply jealous.”
It had crossed my mind, but there was no reason for her to be. “Why?”
“She is a woman, I am a woman, she thinks because you and I are friends, there is something between us.”
It made sense, even if it was not true. “Perhaps if I explained…”
Maria shook her head. “If there is a hole in the boat, you should not keep bailing but try to plug the hole. My grandfather had many expressions, David. If I may give you one piece of advice, as much as it is none of my business, you need to make your feelings known, and if they are not as they once were, and I think they are not, you need to tell her. Before she goes home.”
Interesting advice. Not only a purveyor of excellent coffee, but Maria was also a psychiatrist who had astutely worked out my dilemma. What was that expression, ‘not just a pretty face’?
“Is she leaving soon?” I asked, thinking Maria knew more about Susan’s movements than I did.
“You would disappoint me if you had not suspected as much. Susan was having coffee and talking to someone in her office on a cell phone. It was an intense conversation. I should not eavesdrop, but she said being here was like being stuck in hell. It is a pity she does not share your love for our little piece of paradise, is it not?”
“It is indeed. And you’re right. She said she didn’t have a phone, but I know she has one. She just doesn’t value the idea of getting away from the office. Perhaps her role doesn’t afford her that luxury.”
And perhaps Alisha was right about Maria, that I should be more careful. She had liked Maria the moment she saw her. We had sat at this very table, the first day I arrived. I would have travelled alone, but Prendergast, my old boss, liked to know where ex-employees of the Department were, and what they were doing.
She sighed. “I am glad I am just a waitress. Your usual coffee and cake?”
“Yes, please.”
Several months had passed since we had rescued Susan from her despotic father; she had recovered faster than we had thought, and settled into her role as the new Lady Featherington, though she preferred not to use that title, but go by the name of Lady Susan Cheney.
I didn’t get to be a Lord, or have any title, not that I was expecting one. What I had expected was that Susan, once she found her footing as head of what seemed to be a commercial empire, would not have time for details like husbands, particularly when our agreement made before the wedding gave either of us the right to end it.
There was a moment when I visited her recovering in the hospital, where I was going to give her the out, but I didn’t, and she had not invoked it. We were still married, just not living together.
This visit was one where she wanted to ‘reconnect’ as she called it, and invite me to come home with her. She saw no reason why we could not resume our relationship, conveniently forgetting she indirectly had me arrested for her murder, charges both her mother and Lucy vigorously pursued, and had the clone not returned to save me, I might still be in jail.
It was not something I would forgive or forget any time soon.
There were other reasons why I was reluctant to stay with her, like forgetting small details, an irregularity in her character I found odd. She looked the same, she sounded the same, she basically acted the same, but my mind was telling me something was not right. It was not the Susan I first met, even allowing for the ordeal she had been subjected to.
But, despite those misgivings, there was no question in my mind that I still loved her, and her clandestine arrival had brought back all those feelings. But as the days passed, I began to get the impression my feelings were one-sided and she was just going through the motions.
Which brought me to the last argument, earlier, where I said if I went with her, it would be business meetings, social obligations, and quite simply her ‘celebrity’ status that would keep us apart. I reminded her that I had said from the outset I didn’t like the idea of being in the spotlight, and when I reiterated it, she simply brushed it off as just part of the job, adding rather strangely that I always looked good in a suit. The flippancy of that comment was the last straw, and I left before I said something I would regret.
I knew I was not a priority. Maybe somewhere inside me, I had wanted to be a priority, and I was disappointed when I was not.
And finally, there was Alisha. Susan, at the height of the argument, had intimated she believed I had an affair with her, but that elephant was always in the room whenever Alisha was around. It was no surprise when I learned Susan had asked Prendergast to reassign her to other duties.
At least I knew what my feelings for Alisha were, and there were times when I had to remember she was persona non grata. Perhaps that was why Susan had her banished, but, again, a small detail; jealousy was not one of Susan’s traits when I first knew her.
Perhaps it was time to set Susan free.
When I swung around to look in the direction of the lane where my villa was, I saw Susan. She was formally dressed, not in her ‘tourist’ clothes, which she had bought from one of the local clothing stores. We had fun that day, shopping for clothes, a chore I’d always hated. It had been followed by a leisurely lunch, lots of wine and soul searching.
It was the reason why I sat in this corner; old habits die hard. I could see trouble coming from all directions, not that Susan was trouble or at least I hoped not, but it allowed me the time to watch her walking towards the cafe in what appeared to be short, angry steps; perhaps the culmination of the heat wave and our last argument.
She glared at me as she sat, dropping her bag beside her on the ground, where I could see the cell phone sitting on top. She followed my glance down, and then she looked unrepentant back at me.
Maria came back at the exact moment she was going to speak. I noticed Maria hesitate for a second when she saw Susan, then put her smile in place to deliver my coffee.
Neither spoke nor looked at each other. I said, “Susan will have what I’m having, thanks.”
Maria nodded and left.
“Now,” I said, leaning back in my seat, “I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation as to why you didn’t tell me about the phone, but that first time you disappeared, I’d guessed you needed to keep in touch with your business interests. I thought it somewhat unwisethat you should come out when the board of one of your companies was trying to remove you, because of what was it, an unexplained absence? All you had to do was tell me there were problems and you needed to remain at home to resolve them.”
My comment elicited a sideways look, with a touch of surprise.
“It was unfortunate timing on their behalf, and I didn’t want you to think everything else was more important than us. There were issues before I came, and I thought the people at home would be able to manage without me for at least a week, but I was wrong.”
“Why come at all. A phone call would have sufficed.”
“I had to see you, talk to you. At least we have had a chance to do that. I’m sorry about yesterday. I once told you I would not become my mother, but I’m afraid I sounded just like her. I misjudged just how much this role would affect me, and truly, I’m sorry.”
An apology was the last thing I expected.
“You have a lot of work to do catching up after being away, and of course, in replacing your mother and gaining the requisite respect as the new Lady Featherington. I think it would be for the best if I were not another distraction. We have plenty of time to reacquaint ourselves when you get past all these teething issues.”
“You’re not coming with me?” She sounded disappointed.
“I think it would be for the best if I didn’t.”
“Why?”
“It should come as no surprise to you that I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. You are so much better doing your job without me. I told your mother once that when the time came I would not like the responsibilities of being your husband. Now that I have seen what it could possibly entail, I like it even less. You might also want to reconsider our arrangement, after all, we only had a marriage of convenience, and now that those obligations have been fulfilled, we both have the option of terminating it. I won’t make things difficult for you if that’s what you want.”
It was yet another anomaly, I thought; she should look distressed, and I would raise the matter of that arrangement. Perhaps she had forgotten the finer points. I, on the other hand, had always known we would not last forever. The perplexed expression, to me, was a sign she might have forgotten.
Then, her expression changed. “Is that what you want?”
“I wasn’t madly in love with you when we made that arrangement, so it was easy to agree to your terms, but inexplicably, since then, my feelings for you changed, and I would be sad if we parted ways. But the truth is, I can’t see how this is going to work.”
“In saying that, do you think I don’t care for you?”
That was exactly what I was thinking, but I wasn’t going to voice that opinion out loud. “You spent a lot of time finding new ways to make my life miserable, Susan. You and that wretched friend of yours, Lucy. While your attitude improved after we were married, that was because you were going to use me when you went to see your father, and then almost let me go to prison for your murder.”
“I had nothing to do with that, other than to leave, and I didn’t agree with Lucy that you should be made responsible for my disappearance. I cannot be held responsible for the actions of my mother. She hated you; Lucy didn’t understand you, and Millie told me I was stupid for not loving you in return, and she was right. Why do you think I gave you such a hard time? You made it impossible not to fall in love with you, and it nearly changed my mind about everything I’d been planning so meticulously. But perhaps there was a more subliminal reason why I did because after I left, I wanted to believe, if anything went wrong, you would come and find me.”
“How could you possibly know that I’d even consider doing something like that, given what you knew about me?”
“Prendergast made a passing comment when my mother asked him about you; he told us you were very good at finding people and even better at fixing problems.”
“And yet here we are, one argument away from ending it.”
I could see Maria hovering, waiting for the right moment to deliver her coffee, then go back and find Gianna, the café owner, instead. Gianna was more abrupt and, for that reason, was rarely seen serving the customers. Today, she was particularly cantankerous, banging the cake dish on the table and frowning at Susan before returning to her kitchen. Gianna didn’t like Susan either.
Behind me, I heard a car stop, and when she looked up, I knew it was for her. She had arrived with nothing, and she was leaving with nothing.
She stood. “Last chance.”
“Forever?”
She hesitated and then shook away the look of annoyance on her face. “Of course not. I wanted you to come back with me so we could continue working on our relationship. I agree there are problems, but it’s nothing we can’t resolve if we try.”
I had been trying. “It’s too soon for both of us, Susan. I need to be able to trust you, and given the circumstances, and all that water under the bridge, I’m not sure if I can yet.”
She frowned at me. “As you wish.” She took an envelope out of her bag and put it on the table. “When you are ready, it’s an open ticket home. Please make it sooner rather than later. Despite what you think of me, I have missed you, and I have no intention of ending it between us.”
That said, she glared at me for a minute, shook her head, then walked to the car. I watched her get in and the car drive slowly away.
Beyond the Beaten Path: 5 Hidden Gems to Discover in Stockholm
Stockholm is a city that effortlessly blends old-world charm with modern innovation. While most visitors flock to iconic landmarks like the Royal Palace, Gamla Stan, and the Vasa Museum, there’s an entirely different side of the city waiting to be explored — one that reveals intimate neighbourhoods, local rituals, and quiet corners tucked away from the tourist trail.
If you’ve already climbed the usual sightseeing checklist — or if you simply prefer a more authentic, off-the-beaten-path adventure — here are five lesser-known experiences that offer a fresh perspective on Sweden’s capital.
1. Wander the Abandoned Beauty of Fårö Island (Just Beyond the City)
While technically not in Stockholm, Fårö — a quiet island in the Baltic Sea just a short ferry ride from the mainland — feels like stepping into a Nordic fairytale. Made famous by filmmaker Ingmar Bergman, who lived and worked here, Fårö is a tranquil mosaic of windswept beaches, ancient stone forts, and dramatic limestone caves.
Most travellers focus on Gotland’s main island, Visby, but Fårö remains relatively untouched. Rent a bicycle and explore the Fogelhushamnen nature reserve, where jagged alvar plains meet the sea. Have lunch at Högklint, a café with panoramic ocean views, and time your visit with the spring lambing season to see the island come alive. It’s a poetic detour that feels worlds away from urban life, yet is easily reachable via a day trip.
Pro tip: Combine with a stop in Ljugarn, a charming fishing village on Gotland’s northeastern coast.
2. Get Lost in the Graffiti Labyrinths of Tantolunden Tunnel
Tucked beneath a busy overpass in Södermalm lies one of Stockholm’s best-kept secrets — the Tantolunden graffiti tunnel. Unlike the curated street art of other cities, this underground corridor is a constantly evolving canvas of colour, emotion, and political commentary.
Spray-painted by local artists and rebellious youth, the tunnel pulses with raw creativity. It’s especially stunning during winter when the soft glow of streetlights reflects off icy walls, illuminating vibrant murals of wolves, goddesses, and dystopian visions.
Take the tunnel as a starting point and continue your urban exploration into nearby Hornsgatan, lined with independent boutiques, vinyl shops, and hidden cafés like Kafé Döbling, where locals sip fika in cozy nooks.
3. Soak in the Silence at Djurgårdsbrunn Canal
Forget the crowds lining the shores of Nybroviken — for a truly peaceful moment on the water, head to Djurgårdsbrunn Canal. Nestled within the expansive Djurgården island, this 18th-century waterway was once used to supply fresh water to the Royal Palace.
Today, it’s a serene escape, perfect for a morning walk or a quiet picnic. The canal is flanked by lush greenery, wooden bridges, and historic pump houses, with the occasional swan gliding past. Come summer, locals bring out folding chairs and books, unwinding in near-silence.
Pack a Scandinavian-style picnic — think crispbread, pickled herring, and lingonberry juice — and enjoy a moment of mångata, the Swedish concept of the shimmering reflection of moonlight on water. You’ll likely have the entire area to yourself.
4. Explore the Secret Soviet-Era Bunker at Lovön
Did you know Stockholm has a Cold War bunker hidden beneath an unassuming forest? Located on the island of Lovön — part of the city’s national urban park — the Klara Shelter is just one of many underground military installations built during the mid-20th century to protect government officials in case of nuclear attack.
While the original bunker in central Stockholm is occasionally open for tours, the more accessible and atmospheric option is the P1 bunker at Lovön. Officially declassified and occasionally open for public visits or special exhibitions, this labyrinthine complex could house thousands and function independently for weeks.
Even if it’s closed, the surrounding area is worth visiting — pine forests, rocky shores, and the nearby Drottningholm Palace Water Theatre, a UNESCO-listed outdoor stage dating back to the 1700s that still hosts baroque operas.
Keep an eye on events by the Stockholm City Museum — they often organise rare guided bunker tours.
5. Sip Coffee in a Converted Church: Kaffistiet @ Katarina Kyrka
In the heart of Södermalm lies Katarina Church, a stark 18th-century building with panoramic views of the city. But the real treasure is downstairs, in the crypt-turned-café known as Kaffistiet.
This intimate coffeehouse, run by Katarina Parish, feels like drinking espresso in a sacred cave. Exposed stone walls, soft candlelight, and the faint scent of incense create a meditative atmosphere. They serve single-origin beans roasted in Stockholm and homemade pastries baked daily.
Sit by a small window overlooking the graveyard and listen to soft choral music drifting from above. It’s a place where spirituality and secular calm coexist — and where you can enjoy one of the city’s best cappuccinos with a side of introspection.
Bonus: Sundays often feature live acoustic music or poetry readings — check their Facebook page for schedules.
Final Thoughts: Embrace the Quiet Side of Stockholm
Stockholm’s charm doesn’t lie solely in its famous sights — it lives in the hushed echoes of ancient tunnels, the spontaneous art on forgotten walls, and the quiet rituals of daily life that unfold beyond guidebooks.
The city rewards the curious traveller. So next time you’re in Sweden’s capital, leave the map behind. Venture into the misty islands, dive into underground art, and find peace in places where history and silence speak louder than words.
Because in Stockholm, the road less travelled doesn’t just lead to discovery — it leads to soul.
Have you found your own hidden gem in Stockholm? Share your secret spots in the comments below!
“What city is this?” he wondered out loud, looking down from a strange balcony to an unfamiliar street.
…
That might not have been the first thought that went through my mind that morning, but it had finally confirmed that I might very well be losing my mind.
What started this…
I woke. It wasn’t any different to what had happened every morning for I believed was the last forty two years of my life.
This morning…
Not so much. It was a room, it had two doors, and four walls, a cabinet, a TV, a painting and a window covered by heavy curtains.
OK, it was not my bedroom.
But it could be a hotel room, and since I travelled a lot, probably a hotel room in another city where we had an office.
I had been travelling a lot in recent months.
It was dark-ish, perhaps day from the light seeping in through the gaps in the curtains.
There was an unfamiliar aroma, like the room was damp, or old, and certainly not the sort of place I usually stayed.
Then, suddenly there was a groan, and movement beside me.
I was not travelling with anyone, I do not go to bars and pick up women, I didn’t currently have a girlfriend, so who was that groaning.
I moved and felt a stabbing pain in my head. A hangover? Impossible. I through off the covers and moved sideways, then looked back.
A woman, dressed thankfully, stretched out facing the other way. I took a moment to discover I was in my forthcoming, which didn’t make sense.
Who was she?
Where did she come from?
Where the hell was I?
I went over to the window and opened the curtains, and the pain in my head was worse. Morning light in unadjusted eyeballs hurts.
I squinted and blinked several times until I could make out shapes. There was another door, out onto the balcony. I stepped out and shivered. It was freezing cold.
I looked down. And uan nfamiliar street, an unfamiliar city. I had no idea where I was.
“You do not have to jump, I am not that ugly,” a voice, female, accented, came from within the room.
I stepped back inside and closed the door, leaning against it. The woman was propped up on one hand, looking at me.
She was younger than she sounded, with unruly blonde hair, not her real colour, and an exquisite face and whimsical expressions.
I had never seen her before.
“Who are you?”
“You don’t remember?”
“I don’t even know where I am.”
“Bratislava.”
“Impossible. I don’t even remember leaving Chicago.”
It was the last thing I remembered. Telling my supervisor that I needed a break, and basically resigning when she refused, I packed my stuff in a box and left, handing my key card and employee ID in at the door.
So I’d finally quit.
That much I remember. I also remembered going home and having a few drinks, then going to bed.
“You arrived yesterday afternoon. You came to the bar where I waited tables. You related your miserable story, drank too much, I brought you here, you asked me to stay.”
Hard to believe anyone would trust an American.
“How do you know I’m not an axe murderer?”
She laughed. “You are not an axe murderer. You were kind and gentle, and let me finally get a good night’s sleep in a real bed.”
“You have no home?”
“I have a home with parents, grandparents, six brothers and sisters, with no room and less privacy. We are poor. I work hard, but not enough for a place of my own.
“So you stay with random men who turn up at your bar.”
She looked indignant. “I am not that sort of girl.”
“You are here with me, what sort of does that make you?”
“A friend without benefits.”
I shook my head. I was letting the details get in the way of the main issue. How did I finish up in Bratislava, if it was Bratislava, when the last place I’d remember was Chicago?
“Come.” She patted the bed. “You look stressed, and I can also give a massage.”
She sighed when I didn’t move.
“It is Sunday. I have a day off. You asked me to take you on a tour. We can sleep in a little. Get breakfast from room service. Come, relax.”
She lay back down and pulled the sheet up, then looked at me. I could feel the cold seeping in from the window, so I shut the curtains, shrouding the room in semi-darkness.
If she were going to rob me, she would have done something already, the same if she were going to kill me. She was here for some other reason, and I didn’t believe for a minute I had asked her back to my room, or she would have come.
I sat on the edge of the bed and tried desperately to remember anything about the last 24 hours. There was nothing. Just the altercation with the supervisor, leaving, and going home.
In Chicago. Not Bratislava.
I felt the bed move as she came over to sit next to me. She took my hand in hers.
“You are acting very strangely.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Robert from Chicago. Man of leisure. Now.”
OK. Now was the time to start worrying. My name wasn’t Robert. Best keep that to myself. All I could think of was that I hadn’t quit, I was on a new operation, and somewhere, somehow, I had lost my short-term memory.
And the woman next to me could be either an enemy or a contact.
But why had I told her my actual life story, or was it part of the legend?
“I’m confused, and someone like me, that’s impossible.”
“In my line of work, you get to realise everything is impossible. Except every now and then, a ray of sunshine appears in the middle of a blizzard. By the way, we’re expecting snow; more snow, and just when you think that the weather will change, more snow. Best we stay in.”
I turned to look at her. “Who are you?”
“You know who I am, but since you have trouble remembering, I am Irina, waitress extrordanaire, sometimes tour guide, sometimes bartender, not often with time off.”
“Who brought me here…”
“When I asked you where you were staying.”
“No comment from the reception clerk?”
“He is used to odd situations and people coming and going. It is a three-star hotel. Sometimes spies stay in such hotels. Personally, I have never met one. Are you a spy?”
What an odd question to ask. Was it a spy? No. Not exactly. I used to be a courier, delivering stuff for agents at dead drops, but an actual spy? No.
“It’s an interesting thought. A spy with no memory of why he’s here in a strange hotel in a city he does remember getting to, with…” I shook my head. I had no idea who or what she was.
“Me,” she finished the sentence. “Perhaps if you go back to sleep, when you wake up, everything will be clear.”
Maybe, maybe not.
“I’m just going outside to clear my head. If you’re still here when I come back, then I’ll know at least one part of this dream is real.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
“I’ve never been part of someone’s dream before.”
I’m not sure what I felt in that moment, but it wasn’t like anything I’d felt for a long time.
“Hold that thought.”
I stood and went over to the window and felt the cold. I hadn’t shut the door. I stepped out onto the balcony and looked out at the old architecture and the roadway below.
After a minute or two, a gust of wind stirred up the snow on the railing and made me shiver. From within the room, I heard the door slam shut, one of those doors designed not to stay open.
I went back inside, and she was gone.
No surprise there. If I had been with someone like me, someone who couldn’t remember who they were and where they were, I’d get out fast, too.
I stood in the middle of the room and tried to make sense of my surroundings. I’d given up trying to figure out how I got there. Was there anything to identify me as this Robert?
A suitcase was on the rack for suitcases, open, and items were scattered neatly. Clothes hanging in the closet. A backpack is on the desk, but not open. Wallet on bedside table, anda document folder.
I sat on the bed and opened the wallet. Money, a credit card in the name of Robert Daniels. Illinois driver’s licence in the same name. A wad of money in several currencies. A lot of US dollars.
Documents, a passport, looking authentic, not a hastily manufactured item that sometimes ended up in my possession, travel itinerary from Chicago to London to Vienna, then my own arrangements to Bratislava. No return, but open, and a card with a cell number, Luxury Experiences. No name.
I looked in the backpack and found a diary, no name, with a mixture of what looked like my writing and someone else’s. Dates matched the itinerary.
Strange dates. I remembered, now, that it had been the 5th when I left the office, the date of my sister’s birthday, and that I’d tried to call her, and the date on the itinerary for leaving Chicago was the 15th.
Ten whole days that had just disappeared.
As for today? “Await instructions. Keep your cell phone close. Tour the city near the hotel, but be ready to move quickly if necessary.”
What the …?
The curtains blew inward from another gust, the cold circulating in the room.
I shivered, but this time it was not the cold. My only memory at that time was having quit the service, and now it appeared I was at the start of a new mission.
After putting everything back where I found it, I went over to the window. I looked out and saw that light snow was falling.
I went to close the door, then, on impulse, decided to step out and see if it was really snowing. I was having trouble separating imagination from reality. Another gust was accompanied by the sound of the door, then …
“Robert…”
I heard her voice and moved slightly just as something smashed into the bricks just behind where I had been standing.
A split second later, it registered, and I dropped to the floor just as another crashing sound came from where I’d just been standing.
Bullets, two, then a third into the balcony.
A sniper.
On another building opposite, looking down. After the fourth bullet, it stopped.
“Don’t come out,” I yelled.
“What is….”
A bullet shattered the window above me.
“Call the police, and tell them to hurry.”
If she didn’t have the sense to run and never be seen again. I wasn’t sure, but somewhere in the back of my mind was a thought that I had just reached my use-by date.
Pro Tip: Visit in autumn when golden leaves contrast with grey concrete, or summer for lush greenery. Bring a flashlight and a sense of adventure.
Pack your curiosity—and maybe a flashlight. The real Tallinn is waiting.
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 