Today we started our adventures early. We took the 1hr20minute drive to Sillamäe and when we started the day I had no idea where we were going to end up! I had no idea about the significance of this place but I quickly learned! The drive was somewhat ok, it seemed long, with lots of speed cameras around but luckily they do warn you. What they don’t have is the normal speed limits on their “highways” but thankfully Juta told me what they were.
We got to the top part of the town and there were more buildings, more flowers and more gardens. It was so beautiful. We also saw a monument. When we first looked at it, it was a man holding what looked like an atom. We read the plaque on it but it didn’t really give much information as to what it was for. So I did a quick google search and found a somewhat repeatable website that described the significance of this town and this monument. Once I read it, it started making sense as to why the Russians wanted it. As written in the article, they mined Uranium here, which supplied more than 70,000 nuclear weapons from the Red Army. Between 1947 and 1952 they mined about 20 tons of Uranium. Before this, the Nazi’s used the mines in the area as slave labour camps to get the minerals from the ground and use in many ways. It was terrible! Anyway, the monument was erected to commemorate the “Revolution” in 1990 when they finally shut down the Uranium mining operations in this town, one year before Estonia got its freedom. I feel Estonian’s may have been able to visit this after the fall of the Soviet Union. It was incredible to be here though, just being there, feeling into what this place once was and what it represented. I took a few moments to just imagine the way of life here, both for Russians and Estonians and how it would have been very different from either end. To be privileged enough to visit or be at this “secret” city but then knowing it would be contributing to the war, in a big way, would have been challenging, as an Estonian. But then being part of the Russian elite, and living in this beautiful town, would have been something very special. Amazing how your life turns out, depending on where and what time period you were born in. For more information on the article I have got some of my info from, please click this link.
We went down these rocks, as there was no clear access to the beach other than this and finally got to swim in the water. Meriel and Juta went in first, playing with the ball and I hung back a little as it did feel a bit cold. But when I started to go in, for the first bit there were so many rocks but I wasn’t game enough yet to go in and just glide over them, rather than walk, so I persevered. Once I got out there, it was cooler but I could feel warm currents hitting me from time to time (and no it wasn’t wee) as there wasn’t anyone else other than us around and it was really frequent. After a little bit mum decided to come in, but it was to cold so she quickly got out. Meriel and I were in there for about an hour and I started to teach her how to somewhat play water polo, she wanted to learn. Most of our conversation was around this and she really wanted to be good at throwing the ball with one hand. There was a rock there which she got up onto and jumped off a few times. I attempted to do it but thought I would die if I tried, so I didn’t. At one point, a bird came so close to me, and then landed on this rock, and Meriel named her Bobbi. Meriel was annoyed because Bobbi took her spot, she wanted to jump off the rock again but clearly couldn’t, we had to leave the bird alone. When we got out, in true Estonian fashion, we got changed on the beach. Estonian’s generally are not ashamed of nakedness or getting changed in public with a towel. So that is what we did. I had previously mentioned to mum I wanted to go to Narva this trip just to see Russia, given what is going on in the world right now and she suggested we take the extra 30mins and go there, so off we went.
Once we left there, we started making our way back to Kadrina. However, along the way when we were driving towards Narva mum told me about the stories of Sinimägi. It was the place where the movie and stories of 1944 are based, where brothers were fighting brothers, Russia against Germany and apparently, from what mum knew Sulev Kalamae’s (a family friend) father was fighting there when he was young. When we were driving back we saw some signs to a memorial for what happened here in 1944 and we decided to take the turn and have a look. When we got there, it was an open field, up a hill. As we were walking up the hill, I could just feel so much sadness, sorrow, anger, confusion, from when people were there fighting for their lives, because they had to, with no other choice. It was remarkable how now it was so green, lush and peaceful, but there had been so much death known on this land in battle and the Estonians were just used to fight for other people. I was grateful they had created a monument to honour the Estonian lives lost in the small town of Sinimägi because a really sad part of our history took place here.
It was a really big day, with so many emotions felt and I really enjoyed it and it was definitely a highlight for me.
Until tomorrow Marissa xx
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