Posted by Claudia Moser
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1:43 PM
Today I realised how lucky I am - I am healthy, I have two hands, I can run, I can breathe. And all of this because starting today 12 o'clock my right hand is at sleep due to an operation at my middle finger. I had a strange development on my finger, very painful when touched, and I decided to remove it. The operation was full of pain, I felt the movements of the knife, quite an unreal feelíng. After it I have a hand which I can move but not use. And an amazing feeling of gratefulness. I am happy to be alive, the pain will go away and then again I will be able to type fast (this post took so far 7 minutes, quite unusual for me) and to move around cleaning every spot. Peter was with me, so good to rely on the loved one, to know that if you feel a bit woozy he will be there. And now at home, watching election results and day dreaming :) Yes life is good!
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Posted by Claudia Moser
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11:33 AM
Somehow Estonia manages to fascinate me each time, one way or another. If I look back to the two and a half days I can definetely take some wonderful memories and some not so great events.
I just love the beach close to Narva, it was so amazing open, sandy, warm, deserted, welcoming. I do not know how to describe it best. I loved to walk along the beach and discover the place where the river Narva meets the sea. It was so peaceful, quite a luxury moment after a tough morning (meeting with a supplier). I am so grateful that I had the chance to see it and I think I will consider to go back there during the summer for a longer weekend. Below pictures to witness my statement ...
For the not so great moments I do remember sitting for 2 hours in a plane and praying that they will find the missing ring for the wing so that we will not loose any more fuel and that we will be able to take off. In the end I did get home with 3 hours delay but seeing Peter at the airport made everything all right. And now I am home and dreaming of the summer ...
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