Sitting on the edge of my bed, I took the wreath of stale flowers off my hair. A sigh escaped my lips as I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. It had been an extremely long day, oscillating between happiness and despair. In between unpacking my bag and inhaling the lingering smell of the wildflower wreath, I felt drowsy—the glasses of kvass (local drink made of rye bread) I had chugged may have been a tad strong. But it didn't matter, I hummed to myself, looking out of the window. It was close to midnight, but Tallinn's Old Town was abuzz, celebrating not nightlife but, in fact, daylight.



