Posted by Claudia Moser on 4:54 PM
Thinking back at what i saw in Estonia it is hard to describe the strange mixture found here. We went to Narva, a city at the border with Russia, fully destroyed after the war. The only remarkable monument recreated is the Bastion divided between two countries on the banks of Narva river. The rest is desolating, just soviet blocks without feelings, design, beauty. Narva has a long history of ethnic conflicts (if i understood correctly), after the war, in the Soviet Union, the local Estonian population was banished and replaced with Russians. No wonder that now Narva has 90% Russian population. In EU times they still want to mother Russia. If you want to get things done, you must speak Russian. Cars go around with the Russian flag. You listen to Russian music. A strange mix. Nevertheless, despite all the prior warnings, i had no problem. I tried to make the best out of it. After all, borders come and go! I had 3 nice days, will most likely return, so hoping the trend will be kept.



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