It was one of those classical evenings during the first year of university in Tartu, Estonia.
Terje, an economics student at the time, invited some girlfriends over to share a bit of her recent weekend getaway to London. While opening the 2nd bottle of cheap red wine, she spontaneously said: “Why don’t we go and live in London for a while!”
Berit, a student in semiotics, hurrahed without thinking much: “We’ll sure do it!”
Although those wine soaked ideas quite often remain as such, and to tell you the truth – we barely knew each other at the time, next week we had our tickets. A few months later our experiment of survival in London was fated to start. With hundred pounds in our pockets and only an unknown future waiting for us, we decided not to return to Estonia before three months, come what may. And what came was a building-up of a beautiful friendship of us.
To balance the glamorous and money motivated London lifestyle we then flew to rusty India and communist Cuba. Month by month this way of experiencing the life became a necessity. Exploring different cultures had become a lifestyle, writing a passion and our friendship a soulful magical relationship.
Our interests grew more similar each day and once standing in the desert of Peru, just having had an amazing San Pedro cactus experience, we realized that our lives were so crissecrossed that our similar paths in life were becoming more and more clear. The next year we both started our studies in cultural anthropology. Year by year the last fact has started to formulate our styles of writing, travelling and experiencing.