Hey, Let’s go to Tallinn!
I hadn’t been meaning to go there.
But then I read about espionage and the Cold War in Estonia, burrowed in my bed at 6 o clock in the morning, in my leopard print, egg-stained dressing gown, while a gale blew a tune on the loose guttering outside.
The pretty pictures of gingerbread buildings and onion towers, the moody snaps of dark alleyways and disused KGB equipment were irresistable. I recalled my travels in Poland and East Berlin, many years ago, before the collapse of Communism Continue reading