Milana’s Diary is a life story, a memoire of just a model with her thoughts, hopes and collection of memories. Please enjoy it in Estonian language.

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Let us start from the very beginning. I was born on the rainy October afternoon. While I’m lacking any mental images of it, the photo proofs show that I got out of the hospital in a rather sunny one, clouded only by mothers smirky grin. My childhood couldn’t be called a classical one. While other children received warm embrace of the children’s books such as Snowwhite & Co, my mother expanded my horizon by telling capitalistic stories of laizy and assiduous cat besides introducing me to the wonderful word of Garfield. Well, you can’t really grow up sane in such environment, can you.

I didn’t really outshine anyone in secondary school and there’s nothing to write home about from high school. I hated math and loved psychology. When I was in a 10 grade, my parents got divorced and as psychologists would reflect, it left me with a damage of crowing for father figure. Well, I do like elder and strong men with warm eyes and strong hold.
When I was in 11th grade taking a stroll with mother in a park, I got spotted by a model scout and the rest is history. History of being on a road between Milan-Paris-London and Habana while photo shoots, casting and fashion shows. For someone it’s fun, for me it’s life. My life.

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Others said:

Gutenberg invented printing-press 500 years ago but with Milana's Diary there is only now the real reason to take it properly into use :)

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