Today is a public holday here in celebration of the 20th anniversary of th Estonian Independence independence from the Soviet Union.

This day is also known as the 'singing revolution' which certainly sounds like a less bloody albeit not nedessarily dramatic event than the Frrench revolution.

Lots of credit to Hendrik who choose to spend this holday breaking loose all the rusty nuts that attached the old engine to the interior of R�de Orm's abdominal region. Not only did he choose to do so, but in fact he even brought one of his friends to help us out with this task. Bep, who work as a technician on slot machines at one of the many casinos in Tallinn, turned out to be an uncrowned king of this trade. I baptized him 'Mr NutBuster' To keep him in good mood while he fought the badly corroded bolts in a strangely folde stance in the cramped area under the cockpit sole...

Of course new problems arose, and nothing is ever so simple and easy as we think, is it?

The steel parts, bolted to the engine bed, upon which the engine were mounted, were heavily corrroded aswell, so they had to come out. Not at all voluntarily I can assure you, corroded steel is, as everyone who fought it knows, extremely reluctant to let go.

Even when it's corroded to the point when the steel kind of falls of in layers, it is still rremarkably strong. Believe me in this, my knuckles carry some bloody trace of the truth in this statement.


To be comtinued...