Downtown Tallinn is beautiful. Over there, by Estonia Theater and the
old bank (where independence was proclaimed) and the secondary school.
Just one shopping center stretches like a bomb crater across the road. Over there,
that school, is where we attended. My grandfather graduated in '47, in the USSR.
During German occupation, in '42, he bought himself a Kalevipoeg flag holder:
Estonia's tricolor is planted in it even today. I went to school in Soviet times and
studied myself free. My daughter hasn't seen that despotism. A child of
free time and school.The most frightful thing now is that shopping center across the way.

Translated from Estonian by Adam Cullen