At the entrance to the old cemetery of Haapsalu are two guys who remind me of Cerberus. Sparkling gold teeth, clinking beer bottles - as one imagines the post-Soviet existence. My mother and I are struggling to get out of the clothes and dive into the stillness of the place that welcomes us like a magic garden: crows scream, mosquitoes whirring, and the many crooked crosses on the graves look like a corps of ballets who delights the dead with his dances.
Spa Haapsalu: Watch as time goes by
The Estonian spa Haapsalu has a multicultural history. In the town of her ancestors, Christine Lemke-Matwey discovers German art of baking, a tsar's promenade and the tomb of the Grönemeyers.