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Working and living in Estonia – my experience

Posted on: 20/11/2013

Today took place a Job fair at the Tallinn University of Technology. This had, to my understanding, two main goals:

1. Show foreign students in Estonia what are the job opportunities for them in the market and encourage them to stay and work in Estonia when finishing their studies.

2. A seminar for employers to see the opportunities and challenges faced when it comes to attracting foreign talent.


As an immigrant myself, I have always been fascinated by this topic so I was super happy when I was invited by one of the organizers to talk in the seminar for employers and share my experience as an expat working and living in Estonia. I was not expecting it to be of so much interest, but since it happened to be so I decided to share what I presented in the seminar here in my blog too and perhaps fill your curiosity or exchange points of view.

Being my personal experience, everything I share here is nothing but subjective. So please, do not take my views as a final statement. Feel free to spit out your own thoughts or even questions in the comments’ section below.

A Venezuelan working and living in Estonia
(you can see the slides I used here)

Part zero: Clarification

I have lived in Estonia for 5 years and half now. I am not:
– Married or dating an Estonian (my husband is also Venezuelan).
– An IT Professional (although one thing lead to another and I am now in IT project management).
– Working in companies like Skype/Microsoft or the like.

These are 3 very common reasons why you find foreigners living here and, at least at first sight, these are not mine.

Part number 1: The comfort zone

I called this the part that answers to the question of “Why I came to Estonia?”, although I did not really come to Estonia. I did not even know Estonia existed 6 years ago. I actually decided to leave my country. And why? I guess one of the reasons is my family’s background. My father is a Colombian who moved to Venezuela when things were better in the latter country. He then went back when the situation went in the opposite direction. He taught us to go get a good life wherever that was. To get to know places, languages, cultures. Starting from there I grew up thinking that staying were I was born and make a life there was going to be too familiar, comfortable, predictable and boring. It was going to be getting stuck. It was inconceivable. It was staying in “the comfort zone” and that was not good. So when I finished University I followed the steps of three of my siblings who had already moved abroad and had lived in one or two other countries before choosing a final one. I ended up going to “where the magic happens” and that happened to be Poland.

Estonia came to the story because my husband Luis, who decided to join me in the plan of leaving our home country, got two offers: one from Czech Republic and another from Estonia. That is when we found out the country existed and that it was very “e”, perfect for his career (he’s a software developer). So he went there and I went to Poland. One year later I would join him in väike kauge Eesti* and so I guess that makes me a liar as I do fit in one of the 3 reasons I mentioned above.

*That stands for little remote Estonia in Estonian language.

Part number 2: The theory of games (or the beauty of the blondie’s friend)

I called this part such because of the scene of the movie “A beautiful mind” (one of my favourites) in which John Nash (played by Russel Crowe) explains the theory of games. In here I try to answer to “Why did I stay in Estonia?”. It really has nothing to do with the theory of games (I know nothing about economics), I just thought that having come Estonia is like having chosen one of the friends of the blonde: not too pretty at first sight but with charming things discovered along the way. An example of these charming things is when Luis and I were deciding where to get married: Estonia or Poland? We for sure did not want to go through the hassle in Venezuela. So we started comparing the places where we were living and…

In Poland I…
– Had to go to public offices and queue.
– Not always found someone who could speak (well) English.
– Had to wait for at least 9 months to get married.

In Estonia Luis…
– Found out the information online.
– When contacting offices to be 100% sure of the info, communicating in English was easy.
– We had to bring our passports, pay the fee and choose the date. One month after I came to Estonia we were getting married.

You get my point: no bureaucracy, easy access to information, straight to the point. I also like that I do not have to waste time in traffic jams, or queue in the bank or spend 2 hours commuting. I can use all of that time in things that I care about.

Part number 3: The white canvas

In here I try to answer to the question of “Why would I stay in Estonia for longer?”. Someone ones told me that Estonia was a like a white canvas: there were many things to get done. You could be one of the people doing them. I think is like a partially painted canvas. A lot is done, and a lot more can be done. You can be one of the artist painting on it. And because of the points mentioned above it is easy to do so. An example of this is when Luis, some friends and I decided to work on social projects (2009-2011). We did not have to waste much time registering or doing paper work. We could spend our time doing what was important. We managed to get to know a lot of people, organizations, get our stuff done which was not easy because of the nature of NGO projects, but easy (I am certain) compared to other environments.

Part number 4: My experience with working environments

I have two different professions: Management and Spanish Teaching as a Foreign Language. My first job in Estonia was as a teacher in a language school. My first surprise was that everything was in Russian rather than Estonian. That is a reality that other immigrants do not always have to face (in places like Belgium or Canada, yes, but to me those are exceptions): having to understand two new foreign languages and their cultures and their differences. It takes time. It’s hard. Additionally, as I come from a culture in which everything is done like baboons or elephants (together), it is hard to find that here interactions at work (or outside of it) are limited to the necessary (at least in the first few years). One difficult anecdote that can give you an idea is when one day I asked a colleague (as I did every day for 2 years) “Hello, how are you doing”? and I got as as response “Why are you always asking that. You do not care how am I doing and is annoying so stop asking me that!”. That was a lady of about 60 years of age that, even if an English teacher, was not at all OK with opening herself to other cultures which you would guess someone who teaches a foreign language would do. That was my assumption about all my colleagues: foreign language teachers = open to foreign cultures. I was wrong. My closest bonds in this work place were with my students.

My second job was at another language school, this one dedicated to teaching Spanish only and owned by a Spanish. My colleagues were usually from other Spanish speaking countries and if local, they had studied Spanish intensively and had lived in another country for at least a short period of time. This meant that I created bonds with my students but also with my colleagues.

Now I work in a British company. I have Estonian and Russian-Estonian colleagues, as well as from other nationalities. I now have a circle friends outside the office built across these years here so I do not worry as much as I used to about the relationships at work. And if I had to, they are fine where I am at and it probably has to do with the variety of people in it.

Part number 5: Job offers and personal life

In here I sum up what I think are the offers available for foreigners and how does one build a life outside of work.

The offers are: limited or self-made. Because of the complexity of the local language, you find very few people learning it to become fluent. This means having access to just a few job offers. On the other hand, because of what I explained in parts 2 and 3, it is very easy to start your own business if you want to (and have the guts to do so). The majority of foreigners I know work in IT or have their own business. Only a handful of them work in something else.

Making local friends is a slow and difficult process, particularly if you come from a tribal culture like mine in which doing everything with someone and talking to just about anyone is the rule. Making friends with an Estonian will require a lot of dedication and patience. That is why most of my friendships have been built around International circles. There are Estonians in that circle, but they have an International mindset (they date a foreigner or have lived abroad or are simply interested in other cultures and languages). I think in my case the fact of being with my husband who comes from the same city that I come from also helps a lot.

I will leave it until here and, I repeat it, if you have comments or questions feel free to shoot down there. I will be happy to keep the conversation around this topic going.


6 comentarios to "Working and living in Estonia – my experience"

You kind of describe how I felt over the years here 🙂
I hope that you will have more chapters added and stay in Estonia for many more years!

It seems to be the plan for now! 😀 http://bit.ly/1bSjLw0

Encuentro interesante el como esta senora te respondio a tus saludos,la edad madura vuelve a las personas muy pracmaticas,creo.Algo asi vivo yo en Polonia con la diferencia que sonrien un poquito mas

Cuando conoces el pasado de esta señora, entiendes mejor su reacción. No creo que fuese solo la edad. Ella era de esa con pasaporte gris: nacieron en la Unión Soviética, algo que ya no existe, y terminaron en un país con el que no se identifican. No son de aquí ni de allá. Se sienten excluídos y con toda razón, los azares de la historia los dejaron huérfanos de país.

A fin de cuentas, son esos hechos los que moldean la cultura del país.

Muchos estonios me dicen que ellos son callados porque la mayoría son del campo, donde las casas más cercanas están/estaban ubicadas a 5 Km de distancia. No estás acostumbrado a ver extraños, mucho menos a comunicarte con ellos.

Una vez que conoces el pasado de alguien, es más fácil entenderle y aceptarle. Lo difícil es cuando no se interesan en el tuyo, pero no se puede esperar tanto del mundo.

Me gusta bastante como describes Estonia, sin embargo, las preguntas que me gustaria hacerte son: cuales son las mayores oportunidades de empleo en Estonia? Agricultura? Ganaderia?, Mineria? Pesca?, IT?. Hay indicios de racismo en ese pais? Estoy considerando seriamente Estonia como posible destino… Gracias de antemano, tu pot me ha ayudado bastante

Hola, Viktor:

A ver si te puedo ayudar:
En general, lo que más vale aquí es el áre de IT. Si vienes a trabajar en otro ámbito difícilmente te irá fácil desde el inicio porque vivienda y comida cuestan lo mismo que en un país más occidental, pero los salarios son más bajos. Eso, teniendo en cuenta que el país se ha desarrollado rápidamente en la última 1/2 década. Yo, personalmente, trabajé como profesora de español por 5 años, pero lo dejé porque era mucho trabajo y poca paga, aunque sigue siendo el trabajo que más me ha gustado en mi carrera profesional. Actualmente, y desde hace tres años, trabajo en proyectos de IT como líder de producto y de proyecto (una combinación de ambos roles). Aquí hay IT por donde se mire.

Si eres de otra área te recomendaría mirar países como Holanda o Suecia, por ejemplo. Aunque vale la pena comparar costos de vida al hacerlo. Una página que te recomiendo para ello es Numbeo.com.

¿Racismo? Creo que en toda Europa hay. Es más fuerte en otros países. Aquí no se siente, la verdad. Aunque, en general, aquí hay pocos inmigrantes, lo cual hace que sea “anormal” ver a gente de otro color o raza, y eso, indudablemente, genera curiosidad en los locales. Pero eso, no va más allá de la simple curiosidad. No hay que preocuparse por bandas que anden atacando a extranjeros ni nada por el estilo. Siempre hay uno que otro infeliz, pero eso es en todo el mundo 🙂

Supongo que eres venezolano, ¿no? Si te interesa, somos tan pocos aquí que no lleno los dedos de una mano. Antes éramos sólo mi esposo y yo, y desde hace 3 o 4 años el número ha aumentado a 8 (con uno recién llegado en diciembre).



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