Then another person around the fire gets a bite. “Ughh, sääsed!” they grumble. Someone will likely talk about how these insects go most of all for the host with the sweetest-tasting blood. Or the youngest, depending on what fable you've heard. Pretty soon, everyone is getting bitten, except for your dapper friend wearing the impenetrable denim of a Canadian tuxedo, along with that enigmatic individual who never seems to get bitten at all.
Note that I called them sääsed. Once you get acquainted with that Estonian word, saying “mosquitoes” will somehow never compare.
(Read more: Estonian Life No. 33 2021 paber- and PDF/digi)
Written by Vincent Teetsov, Toronto