When it dawned on me that it really was Estonia who have fallen, toted up the questions in your head. I sat for a long moment at the kitchen table and stared at the little amateurish advertising brochure about the campaign and the much more professional brochure Estonia, now apparently lying on the Baltic seabed. Almost unreal and slightly blurred, I saw the two brochures while I tried to put together the picture of what happened. My thoughts went to Leif Svensson. Suddenly it hit me that I should call his wife, Sara. She would not go on the trip this time, as she sometimes did. She had, among other things, followed by Riga on the same trip I on another occasion. But this time, she had chosen to stay at home. I raised my red corded phone and dialed the 036 number to Jonkoping. Ngemuva kwalolu hlobo lokwelashwa okuhlinzwa kwe-atherossteosis, ukuvuselelwa kabusha kubandakanya isikhathi esijwayelekile kusuka ezinsukwini ezi-1-2 kuye ngesonto, ngemuva kwalokho isiguli sikhishwe esibhedlela. Ama-suture we-postoperative asuswa ngosuku lwesikhombisa.