Just a little part of one book.

I'm reading at the moment Alexander Solzhenitsyn "One day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch" and there was a little part about Estonians. I quote:
"Well, it's said that nationality doesn't mean anything and that every nation has its bad eggs. But among all the Estonians Shukhov had known he'd never met a bad one."

I'm sorry for being a little bit nationalist, but it just supprised me. You know... I haven't met a real Estonian yet here in Coventry. Only one guy from Valga, but he's Esto-Russian or Russo-Estonian or something like that. So, it was nice just to "meet Estonians" in a book here in the library of University of Warwick. (and btw, we don't pronounce the second "w")

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