A scene from Tallinn
Sep. 23rd, 2008 12:06 pmThere we were, sitting in the Café Mademoiselle in Tallinn Old Town, drinking our coffees and browsing the web, when we noted a couple attempting to order. Since pretty much everyone working in the Old Town speaks English (Estonian is a nice language, most closely related to Finnish, but the number of fluent speakers worldwide is probably less than two million), that is what this couple was doing. However, they were obviously having a vocabulary problem of some form.
And then the waitress switched language.
To Russian.
Suddenly everything went much better, since the couple was Russian, and the waitress, an Estonian of an age to have been educated while Estonia was still part of the USSR, sounded pretty much as fluent in it as they were.
I did find it interesting that the switch only occurred when the waitress had decided that English wasn't going to cut it, and that it was her rather than the Russians who did so. Given history, I can imagine that starting off in Russian in Estonia would invite a certain hostility.
And then the waitress switched language.
To Russian.
Suddenly everything went much better, since the couple was Russian, and the waitress, an Estonian of an age to have been educated while Estonia was still part of the USSR, sounded pretty much as fluent in it as they were.
I did find it interesting that the switch only occurred when the waitress had decided that English wasn't going to cut it, and that it was her rather than the Russians who did so. Given history, I can imagine that starting off in Russian in Estonia would invite a certain hostility.
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Date: 2008-09-23 03:21 pm (UTC)There's also the way that Estonia had quite a lot of Russian immigration encouraged: many of those people are still there, and with some second generation by now, they won't want to 'go home'.
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Date: 2008-09-24 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-24 02:00 pm (UTC)If I'd been an Estlandssvenskar when the Soviets took over, I too would have seriously considered emigrating to a country where they spoke (something pretty close to) my language instead of that weird Estonian, and which looked to be staying out of the conflict. And afterwards, I probably wouldn't have wanted to return just to live under Stalin.