I find widely erratic views in England on the subject of Estonia. I am quite certain that any Estonian peasant would be profoundly shocked if he could see some of our sales methods in England, where comestibles are freely handled by dirty paws.
Cleanliness is a passion in Estonia.
Mr. Newman traveled through Estonia in the late '30s on his bicycle, which he called George . By then, the clouds of war were gathering over Europe. Despite obvious threats to their independence from both Moscow and Berlin, Estonians were still hoping for the best. When Newman crossed into Estonia, the country was still enjoying its independence, won in 1918. T he customs officer at Tallinn beamed friendliness as he passed my pack and my bicycle, George, with the minimum of formality.