A Wandering Parrot

A Wandering Parrot

On Lasnamäe’s balconies, people sunbathed, stored potatoes for winter, grew cucumbers; cats used to walk from one flat to another, and once, a lost parrot arrived at our place. It lived with us for a couple of days, and then flew away again. I never knew who it belonged to.

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