Maailma mõte - Fred Jüssi

The meaning of the world is hidden in the world itself. If you look into that world, you would be looking into a well. Somewhere below, the surface of the water reflects a flat, bright sky and a boy's face against the sky. But if you call out to it, the well roars back, so that you can hear its trembling echoes for a long time to come.

The stories in this book are like the water in my well – collected there from both rainwater and groundwater. It reflects the sky above my childhood world and the boy who once liked to rustle his feet in the autumn leaves while walking by his mother's hand. Also the big boy who later enjoyed munching sandwiches on forest trips that his mother brought with care and love.