Not so Crazy Ivan

One thing I don’t care for in Estonia is the Russians. The only good thing about the Russians is the amount of ranting material they provides me with.
I didn’t used to dislike them, for that matter I didn’t even give them a second thought.
My knowledge of them consisted of WWII and Cold War Stories, oh yes and those wannabe Lesbian school girls from a few years back who sang
` All the things she said, all the things she said,wishing I was dead, running through my head,this..... is.... not..... enough.......`
Of course you remember that one.

But now I’m in a former colony of a former colonial super-power, who still likes to think that it’s an empire. Mmmmm that sounds oddly familiar.

OK I appreciate that the Russians who make up 30% of Estonia’s population were simply dumped here by Stalin and those cuddly folks, in Reagan’s so called Evil Empire.
BUT COME ON, the tanks and Soviet bureaucracy pulled out in 1991, so why did these crazy Ivans stay behind when all they do is litter the place, expect others to learn their language and refuse to do the same for the land they now reside and complain about all things Estonian?

Well let me tell you why.
It’s because some of their not so bright relatives went back to mother Russia, realized how not so great their socialist utopia was and sent word back here. Oh yes my Red neighbour, the grass is most certainly greener on the other side of the fence and didn’t that hurt to find out?
Yes it did..