♪ Become, become mighty! ♪
♪ Become, become powerful! ♪
Greetings, dear sauna!
I remember when I was little
then children weren't taken to a hairdresser.
Instead some lady just took out the scissors.
I remember how this scissor-lady wondered and sighed:
"How will you, a poor girl, manage growing up?
She has no hope as a woman: twisted teeth, too skinny.
Blue circles under eyes, hair so thin."
No one told me directly that I'm ugly, but it was implied.
People were concerned that you were not up to par.
Exactly!
My sister had long blonde hair and father loved to say:
"So pretty, like something handmade."
Everyone admired her.
In my case people just asked how I'm doing at school
and whether I have good grades.
That's what my relatives expected from me.
I remember that I went to my mother to ask,
is it so that I'm not beautiful at all?
Mother must have wanted to comfort me. She said:
"Well yes, but you are unique!"
I realized that I'm really not beautiful.
And with such knowledge it wasn't easy to be in the women's world.
It took me a long time, before I started to feel beautiful.
I think I was in my forties when I started to feel beautiful.
I feel that it was a huge blow for my mother
that she had a daughter... who is fat.
...who is not suitable to be a ballerina.
She herself dreamt of becoming a ballerina.
In relation to that I remember that the best compliment from my mother,
that me and my sisters have received,
is when she has said: "Oh, you've become so skinny!"
This is the best praise.
When you hear that you feel - now I'm good!
First memories of my mother are that she stands in front of a mirror
and observes herself.
She has lifted her clothes, spins herself,
checks her butt, cellulite or whatever -
and she's not satisfied with herself.
Her dream was to get breast enhancement, so that all men would desire her.
The main thing as a woman was to attract men.
That makes you a valuable woman.
The only good thing about my body was that I had beautiful breasts
when they began to grow. Then my mother was happy.
My sister was 5 years older than me.
She developed faster. She was busty.
I was still waiting for my breasts to start growing.
I remember riding a bike with apples under my shirt -
it felt like they were jumping.
Is it steady? - Yes.
Socks on hands!
Beat the nape of my neck.
Onto the shoulders.
I knew from movies that your hair might fall out.
But I never thought that all the body hair would come off.
I went to the bathroom and my panties were full of hair.
Then I remembered that two weeks have passed
and my hair should come off.
I pulled my hair and it did come off.
One handful and another...
You just pull and that's it? - Yes.
I was sitting in front of the oven, took them and put them in the oven.
This diagnosis made me rethink life a lot.
I don't think I felt sick for a second.
I just thought that I'm very tired.
I thought I just need a vacation.
There was just a little dimple here.
I thought I'll make a Christmas present to myself
and went for a medical check-up.
It turned out...
that I have breast cancer.
My first reaction was like -
probably the fear of death - everything inside you freezes.
For about two or three days
I didn't even go to the toilet. I didn't eat.
I was canceling Christmas parties and other things.
Then I realized I'm dying in this fear of death.
I invited a friend to visit me -
I'm crying, talking and whining about death to my friend -
and then I get a phone call.
I was invited to a date.
It was such an absurd situation. I'm preparing to die here...
That laughter freed me from the fear.
I realized that I'm not dead yet - why am I wailing?
And then I decided to start living.
The first thing I did was reconsider all my Christmas party invitations.
I went to all the parties.
On the next day this man texted and apologized.
I probably wasn't the only one who received those invitations.
He said he was drunk.
I called back and said: "I don't know what these other women think...
but I am grateful to you for the rest of my life!"
You know such things happen to people,
but you never think it could happen to you.
I don't have a uterus.
I don't have one of my ovaries; part of my breast is missing.
Quite a few organs have been cut out from me.
But when I had this last operation - then I felt that...
...the soul cannot be cut away.
Wooh! Well done!
Give it once more, so it breaks off properly.
Smoke sauna is a sacred place where you cleanse yourself.
When you wash yourself clean - it is a blessing.
You can wash off all your dirt.
We thanked the person who heats the sauna.
Also the person who brought the water.
Women gave birth in smoke sauna.
The smoke sauna was heated, the mother was placed in a bath tub,
and when it was time to deliver, she was taken out of the bath tub.
Then childbirth was easy and not so painful.
When a son was born, he was the new master of the house.
But when a daughter was born - oh...
The daughter is...
No one said they wanted a daughter - a son was wanted more.
The sons worked,
but daughters had to be given away with a dowry in marriage.
My relatives have now left me in peace with this subject,
but for a while I thought I'll just make someone up.
Just to get this topic off the agenda.
I actually have very nice relatives... but yes - that opened my eyes.
I thought the problem was that no one wanted me.
And they thought, that I don't want anyone and the choice is so huge.
You start looking at it differently.
Whether there are many fish or less fish in the sea,
is actually all in your head.
Exactly.
I'm not sure if this pressure comes more from the society or from myself.
It was also very important to me to have some kind of companion.
Although, most of the time I didn't have one.
Then again - I've been married and there has been this and that.
But...
I was somewhere over 30
when I accepted that it's OK to be alone as well.
And when I then went to some family events -
funerals or things like that -
then all the time the tension just grew and grew,
because I realized I'm already 34-35.
My parents are not even asking anymore -
they have lost all hope.
They probably want grandchildren, but there are none -
and then all the time this pressure grows and grows.
I remember one especially funny moment from a funeral.
During this period I had a partner.
He wasn't with me at the funeral, but at least I could say,
that I have a man with a 12-year-old child.
And then one of my female relatives said:
"At least it's something!"
...lukewarm water.
You can drink it too, right?
Yes.
I went to a wedding recently and such a joke developed there:
to the woman who catches the bridal bouquet,
all the male guests will have to send their dick-pics.
From those pictures she can choose?
I don't remember how we got there.
Do you know what just happened?
I thought dick-pic was some new app.
I didn't understand right away.
I have never received any dick pictures.
How exactly does it work?
What exactly are they photographing?
My friend has had it and it's pretty awful.
This is some Tinder thing.
A guy starts to talk to you
and then all of a sudden a dick-pic arrives!
It's a real shock!
I wouldn't imagine that I'm on Tinder,
and then suddenly I'll send a pussy picture.
It's so funny. I can't imagine it either.
I had a partner who in the middle of sex
decided to come up with an 'interesting' role play.
Before entering me,
he said: "Ask for it!"
Like - "Beg for it!"
And then I had to say this -
there must have been a word I don't remember any more -
but basically I had to ask: "May I have the penis, please?"
And I asked it once but...
My mind went blank!
So I said: "May I have the penis, please!"
And then he said: "No, ask nicely!"
This desire to be wanted and to hear,
that she wants me so bad she begs for it.
What did he mean nicely? - The influence of porn movies?
Probably. But I guess I asked in a softer voice then.
"May I have the penis, please?"
It was so surreal.
I couldn't even get angry,
because for me it was like... greetings from the outer space.
I had never encountered such a thing before.
Have you told your mother?
Does she know?
And father?
They found out this year. Actually last year.
Directly from me.
Maybe they guessed, but probably not.
Oh, God! When was it?
2009 - almost ten years ago.
I went to a three day swimming camp.
I stayed at a friend's place. She was a very close friend of mine.
I remember - I sat there on the couch...
...two more girls sat on another couch.
And out of nowhere comes this feeling...
The biggest storm you have ever felt, just drops on you!
And I feel a feeling that I have never felt before!
A hundred times more powerful than anything I thought I could ever feel.
I know precisely that it is towards that person.
And I know that it's something which means love - and it shocked me.
I could not say a word that evening anymore.
I did not tell anyone; did not share it with anyone.
And then I was like: "Really?! Do I like women now?
Are you kidding me? Can life get any worse than it already is?"
At least I now understood why I didn't match with any man.
I knew I had to end my current relationship!
It took me three weeks to end the relationship with this man.
It was really difficult to tell him - my partner at that time.
I did not know how to talk about such things at that time.
I kind of made up a reason...
"Hey, you are a bit too feminine for me!
It doesn't really work for me!"
Something completely nonsensical.
I imagine it must have left a big scar on him.
It was not nice, but I didn't know how to say it in any other way.
Then I started the journey to accept myself.
Started to discover, whether it is really true.
That was a very complex process...
Because the person towards whom I had those feelings...
I told her that I have such feelings,
but I'm not expecting anything from you.
I definitely don't want anything from you.
But I felt that we can't continue talking
before I get this out of myself.
If cards are not open? - Yes.
And there was total abandonment.
She said I was the filthiest person she had ever met.
And that hurt. That really hurt me.
Something that is so natural to me, that I'm still learning about myself...
And someone says that I'm filthy.
It was painful and it was a process -
quite a lengthy process.
Last year I went to my parents house and thought:
"Dammit! I will tell them!"
But it was somehow uncomfortable, I didn't want to do it.
But then my partner
for some reason had brought flowers to the front door at night!
Like a big bouquet of flowers.
I wake up in the morning and hear, "Elsa, you've got flowers!"
Flowers? Are you kidding me? I knew from whom they were.
Dad asks: "Oh! You have a boyfriend?!" "Who sent you flowers?"
I was like, "OK, I've been given the chance..."
I felt so uncomfortable there in the kitchen and I just said:
"Yeah, well, very nice flowers..."
I went to the second floor for a moment,
and thought why am I not taking this opportunity?
Went back downstairs and said: "Dad, you asked who sent the flowers?"
"Yes, so I asked."
I said: "Well, I got them from my partner - she's a woman."
I don't remember how exactly, but I said we're in a relationship.
Dad turns away from the TV and looks at me.
"What?! Are you a lesbian?!"
I answered, "Yeah, I don't know. I guess that's how they call us."
He said, "Ah", turned back to the TV and didn't say anything more.
And then mom sits on the sofa and knowingly says:
"A human is a human!"
And that was it.
And this topic has not been discussed further in our family.
Don't you want to wet your hair?
Only the closest people knew how my mother really was.
Others kept repeating how good a person she is.
I listened to how she closed the door, to guess what mood she's in.
And often she was in mood or was just tired.
She had three children.
The Soviet Union collapse... Coupon times...
As she closes the door, what kind of steps are approaching?
"The dishes are unwashed again! What are you doing here?"
It was so scary.
Another time she came home
and had planned to go to pick blueberries.
But me and my sister were both tired.
I said: "I don't want to go to pick blueberries today."
In anger she threw buckets all over the yard.
"Nothing is done here, everything is like..."
At one point I remember, I started to walk out of the gate...
...and she ran after me with a scythe, trying to cut me with it.
I ran for my life as she chased me with the scythe.
Had I stopped, she would have simply cut my legs off.
You asked me whether I wanted my mother to be still alive.
When she died, just like in her lifetime,
I had conflicting feelings.
I wished her dead while she was alive.
From time to time, I even had thoughts that I was going to kill her,
and sometimes I was afraid she would come and kill me.
It was scary. It was so scary.
And yet she loved us very much, she loved me very much.
What did it look like?
Love, yes, I...
I felt like she was caring for us as best she could.
That she was scared all the time,
her heart trembled for us - is everything okay with us?
She had to check all the time to make sure we were alright.
That we have everything.
That we do things, as she understands them to be right,
because then everything is alright with us.
This was an expression of her care, she did not know any other way.
Only through total control.
There was no such word like love in our family.
If you said that then father asks immediately:
“What is that?” He just asked it again this year.
I answered that it's an interesting animal.
Is it some kind of food?
Estonians don't really want to talk about it.
Yes.
What about hugging, fondling, being cuddled?
No, never, never.
Once I was away from home for almost five years.
My return home was a surprise. They didn't know about it.
Mother was at home when I arrived on a bicycle. Dad was not.
I entered through the hallway and peeked into the kitchen.
Mom looks at me and says: "Oh, you're home."
And that was it - no hugging, no cooking, nothing.
And no one asked, how was your trip?
Where did you go, what did you do? - How are you?
How do you feel? Who are your friends?
Oh, you found the time to come.
Exactly that "oh, you found the time."
Yes, the first phrase is already...
One hour later father comes home
and turns to me with the same "Oh, you're home!"
I asked if they had an agreement to greet me with the same sentence?
Then luckily my brother came and he asked many questions.
I saw how my mother listened very intently.
My brother also told me that she actually has read
all the possible things about my trip.
But she doesn't want to show me that she knows, that she's interested.
And then I was like wow - this is so sad.
Because caring must not be shown. It is a weakness.
Yes.
You've always had the courage to run away.
You have had the courage to do something else.
This is something I admire so much
and what I have never dared to do.
There was hugging, yes,
putting hands around the neck and kissing too.
Nothing but a kiss was allowed.
Mother explained:
"You can sleep with a boy but you can't give yourself to him!"
"Don't let the boy touch you where he doesn't need to!"
If at that time a girl had a child, it was a great shame.
In a way
the Earth's ability to produce food is a resource.
The female body is also seen as a resource.
Women's ability to give birth has been seen as a resource.
Do you think men should have any say on the decision of give birth or not?
This decision should be only up to the women.
What women want to do with their body should only be up to them.
There should be no say from anybody
whether you should have more or any children.
Have you ever had an abortion? - Yes, once.
How old were you? - In my early twenties.
I have also had an abortion.
With me it was like this.
I really loved one boy.
And then I got pregnant.
I was so happy when I found out I was pregnant.
I invited this boy to visit me.
I thought this was such good news -
and then I told him.
He got silent and after a while he said...
he has to go drinking with his friends now.
And that...
...that he doesn't want this baby.
If I give birth, I have to deal with everything myself.
He doesn't want to see this child at all.
And I felt like everything broke inside me.
And then I was too scared to give birth.
I found out there was some kind of abortion pill.
It was in Finland then.
In Estonia, some kind of old-school abortion was performed,
where you could become infertile. I was afraid of it.
And then I told my boyfriend
to at least pay for the abortion.
A lump came out in some toilet in Helsinki.
A man can give you money, but you have to go through it.
And you sit in a toilet or at the doctor's office still alone.
I think many men don't know that their wives have had an abortion.
For sure...
My mother has had, for example...
several abortions...
But she's still ashamed, she doesn't dare to say it.
I am also ashamed.
♪ Oh you dear cheater-groom! ♪
♪ You deceived the mother and father-in-law! ♪
♪ You deceived their young daughter! ♪
♪ You promised to carry her in a carriage! ♪
♪ You promised to swing her in the cradle! ♪
I have been thinking about the choices we have as women.
My grandmother never said it herself,
but I heard about it later.
She was so badly beaten by her husband.
By my grandfather, whom I have never met because he died earlier.
He used to beat her by banging her head against the floor.
Once her ribs were broken and she was taken to the hospital.
And her mental health...
All the huge post-war famine...
Those late 1940s, 1950s...
Collective farms... All these conditions...
So what are your options?
Even when grandfather took another woman
to live with them in the same house,
even then grandmother still...
She remained single after he was already dead.
She still visited his grave from time to time and...
As my grand-aunt said that...
grandmother was crazy about this man.
Everyone warned her about him -
he was a womanizer and a drunkard.
But yes - it's interesting...
Grandmother had made her choice in favor of this man.
And it was such a final choice.
You can be beaten or even beaten to death.
Hair gets too hot otherwise. You can hear them crackling.
Thank you.
You were sleeping.
There were many blankets and the abundance of bedding...
And...
Lord, how beautiful you were.
I hoped you'll stay asleep.
I brought paper and a pen and I drew you.
You slept like that, hand under your chin.
I drew you.
And now I've discovered
that it is the most comfortable position for sleeping.
I even roll the blanket here.
If I have exactly 15 minutes to sleep during a day,
then this is the position where I can really fall asleep immediately.
And when I gave you that picture, even then I was afraid that...
How do you like it or do you consider it important?
I don't really remember how it...
how did it all happen like this...
probably quite tipsy.
But I remember kissing you
or you kissed me or we kissed each other.
But how did it happen?
By the way, I also don't remember how it first happened.
Maybe we were tipsy.
It seemed to me that...
That okay, that in fact you like men, and...
And I was so afraid of getting hurt.
That it turns out to be just a game...
...for you.
And I didn't have any... it was definitely not a game.
But I didn't understand whether it was anything more than trying it out.
I actually still do not really know...
We have those concepts so strongly in front of us,
that who should offer you intimacy and who is the one you should miss.
We all long for intimacy,
but do we dare to let in that
what seems, well, unusual?
Do we recognize in that moment what we want?
Do you mean that you had this strong concept,
that only a man and a woman should be together?
Yes, and I don't know if I still have it.
I don't know...
Well, I don't feel a huge urge to experiment
but I do know, that I have seen you in my dreams.
Breaking up was a very big sin.
I don't know anyone who would have divorced around here,
never even heard of it.
Those who got married, even if there were difficulties...
Quarreled and fought till they finally reconciled.
And they lived together until death.
My neighbour over the hill,
his wife died and he asked me,
"Dear Mari, will you come to wash her?
I already heated the sauna to warm the water."
Who washes the dead with warm water? I have never heard of it before!
But he had never dealt with the dead before,
he thought the wife should be washed with warm water.
I've washed so many dead people.
I guess I have, I don't know...
Those are called to wash the dead...
who are brave and not afraid. But some fear the dead
and they don't want to touch the dead.
Forty days the soul of the dead is at home.
And sees everything.
Forty days were about to pass after my husband's death.
Forty days was over and it was evening.
While I was sleeping in bed, I opened my eyes
and my husband was standing next to me
wearing the same clothes in which he was buried.
He looked at me and I was so happy - a smile came on my face.
"Well, aren't you dead?" I asked...
As I looked he disappeared.
Feel it. Is it suitable?
Yes, it is.
Dear spirits, now its your turn...
...come wash yourselves.
If you do a spirits sauna...
I don't dare to call my mother.
Because I feel she might get upset with me.
I have had close experience with death in my life.
I have my own relationship with death.
I was 39 years old when I became pregnant.
It was the second time in my life.
My first child was already big.
There was a new love in my life.
We were both very much looking forward to this baby.
There were a few days left until the due date.
When I went to bed at night I remember the feeling -
strange, she hasn't moved for a long time.
But I thought it's okay, she's just sleeping.
I thought let's go to the hospital and check just to calm our hearts.
And then there is this moment when the woman...
...who is on your belly with the device says nothing.
But you look at her and you know...
When the baby is dead inside you, then childbirth must be induced.
It's clear that this child won't come out on her own anymore.
This induction process takes quite a long time -
at least in my case it lasted quite a long time.
All night and all day.
I remember at some point when that pain came
then I just screamed.
When my first child was born, then I didn't make a sound.
It seemed weird somehow or I just couldn't do it.
Now it was like the only thing I could do.
In the end, childbirth is like childbirth.
Every woman who has given birth knows this feeling
that at some point you're somewhere in the zone.
And in that sense it doesn't really matter
whether you're giving birth to a living or a lifeless child.
This zone is still the same, when childbirth begins to approach
or the child begins to come out.
At one point the pain is simply over.
Then I remember when that baby was put on my lap.
This baby was very beautiful - she was still warm.
And then slowly...
She started to get colder...
and colder.
Doctors say that...
...if your baby has died in the womb, it's best to give birth to it yourself
and not to have a C-section. Many women argue against it -
that it's hard enough, why do you still have to give birth?
I'm actually glad I gave birth,
because the pain that you feel during the birth
will finally begin to work for you.
So when it's all over,
some part of this pain is already burnt or dissolved.
Salt, salt, protect me from evil both outside and inside...
What has to go, should go...
Out! Off-off, get out now!
Clean the child!
So be it...
Water, take the pain away…
Now it's called a period,
when I was a child it was called 'your illness'.
I had my first period, and then I...
My mother was so silly that she didn't explain about the illness..
I saw something start to flow out of me
and I went behind the door and began to weep,
that now I run out of blood and that's it.
I guess I didn't even have any panties on then.
I cried there and mother asked:
"Why are you crying, baby, here at the door?"
Mother saw what was wrong and said: "Oh!"
"Dear child, it's nothing wrong, you're becoming a woman now!"
"Now that your sickness has started!"
Then you become a woman,
until your illness you were a child.
How were you told? Were you told...
My grandmother always said to me to go wash my wee-wee.
And it was so absolutely embarrassing.
Sometimes she said it in front of my grandfather and it was so awful.
I was a little girl, but somehow I was so embarrassed.
Where does such embarrassment come from?
Do you remember? - I do.
Was it so? - I was also embarrassed about it.
But what do you tell your daughters? - Fluffy.
Fluffy? - Yes.
I think it's pussy. I say pussy.
I also say pussy.
Pussy... I can't say wee-wee, because with this I have...
Completely... - But this - wash your underparts?
It was awful! I hate it!
Exactly! That was so horrible!
Yeah, wash your underparts. My underparts are all clean!
And you have to report to your grandmother or mother.
I remember, for example - I had a grandmother
and her ideal was a pure woman - a woman must be pure.
I remember, I was 4 or 5 years old, she took me outside
and we started talking, that it is very important
that a woman does not have loose pants.
And then I thought, what if I'm wearing a dress?
I didn't understand what that meant.
Okay, why not? Loose - so your pants fall off?
Yes, they fall off.
Well and then you may... that you have to keep it.
What do I have to keep? You have to keep your purity.
What do you mean, purity? Like I'm washing myself?
Then she said that virginity is a woman's most important asset,
it must be kept very carefully.
And I imagined, after all, every girl imagines it,
what is it like - the first time?
That there's a boy, who loves me very much.
And then it happened, that instead some disgusting old man raped me.
How did you get to this old man?
When I was 16 or 17,
anyway, I was hitchhiking,
and then...
Then I was picked up by an old man and he seemed very friendly.
He was joking and the radio was playing.
There was a song about roses by Mati Nuude.
I even started singing along.
So yeah, very nice.
And then he said: "Oh, I need to get some gas."
"I'll take you further, but I need to get gas."
And then he turned towards some village.
And I thought - okay.
Then he drove and at one point, when he turned away,
I suddenly had this feeling in my stomach, that oh crap.
And then he turned to a forest road.
Then I realized I was in deep shit. This is not a gas station.
Thoughts started to rush like crazy, what am I going to do now...
Then he stopped at some house and went out.
I wanted to go out the door and I realized,
that there in the back where I sat, these doors do not open.
That they are made so that I can't get out.
And then I hear the barking of dogs.
There were 3 or 4 large dogs around the car,
and I was terribly afraid of dogs.
The dogs were growling around the car and I thought oh shit!
I can't drive, my mind was working like crazy.
Dogs are all around, what can I do?
This is not real, it's not happening to me.
This happens in the movies, it doesn't happen to me.
The man went to that house and then he comes out and I'm thinking,
maybe he's coming back behind the wheel and we just drive on.
But no, this guy is already approaching my door,
and he opens that door and he has a knife in his hand.
I started telling him that my father is a tough cop
and that I should call him, because he worries.
And the man says: "No he's not, hush little birdie!"
And then I like...
I try to push him away.
This guy now gets my precious asset!
And then...
Then I thought, it really doesn't matter,
I want to survive, I want to live.
I have something to say and give to the world,
I don't care about this precious asset.
Then I looked out the car window, I looked at those trees and the forest.
And then I just spoke to God,
that please, I want to survive.
That sorry God, I don't care about this precious asset of a woman.
Because I just want to survive.
Then I just prayed and at one point I was no longer fighting back.
I thought I don't care, he has a knife and I don't want to...
Then I thought that if he stabs me with that knife,
what can he do? He can cripple me.
He can make me ugly.
And then no one wants me anymore,
when my face is made ugly! I don't care!
And then, at one point, he started to feel sorry for me.
And then he said: "There-there, don't be like this now, it's nothing."
"If you want, let's go to the cottage, there is a beautiful, comfortable bed."
"I'll show you how it's really done, this car is not the best place."
And then he got some gasoline, I don't know from where he got it.
Then drove me by the road somewhere.
He opened the door, so I got out and then he still wanted to kiss me.
He said: "Maybe we'll meet again?"
Such a bastard!
And then I...
I ran away from him.
No, I didn't run right away.
I was there at the roadside saying: "No, I'm going to hitchhike home now."
Then he drove away and I was just trembling in the ditch.
That story actually goes on.
I'm trembling in the ditch there, and then another car comes,
two men in it, they noticed me in the ditch.
They asked, if I need any help?
And I'm trembling there,
that yes, I do need help, I need to get home.
They picked me up and asked:
"Why are you trembling, pretty birdie?"
I thought I was ugly,
but in fact I got a lot of compliments at the time, I was skinny.
But I really hated myself.
Anyway - "Why are you trembling, little birdie?"
And then I said that a man raped me.
They said: "Oh fuck, that is bad."
"You need cognac!"
They took me to a house somewhere
and gave me some whiskey or cognac, made me drink it.
Then one of them sat in the back seat next to me
and began to put his hands around me.
And he started to touch me.
And then he was kissing me.
And he said:
"Hey, everything's okay now! It's done!"
"Now that your virginity is gone, you can start living life!"
And then I...
I was so confused, I found myself kissing him back.
And later I thought, what was that? I kissed him back,
and I let him touch me, that now everything is gone.
I can't say... I don't even know what happened.
But I let him do everything.
Anyway, when they finally took me home,
then my mom...
At first I didn't say anything.
But after a while I told my mother that such a thing happened.
I told her I was raped and she did not believe it.
"You were raped?"
"Listen, come up with something better, to get attention."
I don't know if she didn't believe that I...
Did she really think I was so ugly that I'm not even suitable for rape?
That's what I thought.
A few years later, I saw on TV how two girls had been abducted
and they were tortured and raped for several days.
Luckily they were able to escape, they would probably have been killed.
I saw it in the police news and then I saw my rapist there.
And then I realized
that I was very close to being killed.
I don't know if that prayer helped...
I want to protect my daughter from all this!
But how to do it? How can I do that?
♪ We sweat out all this pain! We sweat out all that fear! ♪
♪ Sweat it out, out, out! ♪
♪ Pain out! Pain out! Pain out! ♪
♪ Out! Out! Out! ♪
♪ Out! ♪
TO ALL MY SISTERS
♪ We thank you, we thank you! ♪
♪ We thank the effort ♪
♪ of the sauna keeper! ♪
♪ We thank you, we thank you! ♪
♪ We thank the water bearer ♪
♪ and the whisk maker! ♪
♪ We thank you, we thank you! ♪
♪ Dear Mother Earth and Father Sky! ♪
♪ We thank you, we thank you! ♪
♪ For you have nourished ♪
♪ the birch tree... ♪
♪ ...and blessed the waters! ♪
♪ We thank you, we thank you! ♪
♪ Thank you dear fire, ♪
♪ thank you dear stones! ♪
♪ We thank you, we thank you! ♪
♪ All our pain to the cold water! ♪
♪ All our fears to the cold water! ♪
♪ We thank you, we thank you! ♪
♪ Dear Smoke Sauna, you sacred place! ♪