"Don't go to Vivikonna man, it is shit" said my local contact, "Everyone goes there and it is shit". "Go To Sirgala"

I went to Vivikonna: It was shit.

I also went to Sirgala: It was not shit.

It was very rustic and rural on the approach, no fancy combined harvesters, the harvest being done by hand.

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Nothing more exciting than a bus timetable, and a domestic repair man offering his services

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It was deathly quiet, except for the odd hound barking its bollocks off

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Sirgala, a town in Estonia now, just 24 miles from the Russian border, was constructed under Khrushchev as an overspill town of Vivikonna so as to house migrant workers,who came from all over the USSR to work in one of the many oil-shale mines in the area.

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There are still residents here. happy to live amongst the decay, some I guess in modernised flats, others just happy to have a roof over their heads

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Frustration was setting in

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But when you do find an open door, there be treasure and decay a plenty

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That jacket looks so good it could have been hung up yesterday, surely not........

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....and sleep in a bed like that too?

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Bedtime reading for some

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I am seriously loving that lamp shade.

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Moving from room to room apartment to apartment a look into the life of others. seems strange how clothes and personal mementos are left behind.

to be continued