As a guide in Tallinn, I’m used to places that reveal their stories only when you slow down and look closely. The Memorial to the Victims of Communism at Maarjamäe is one of those places — quiet, spacious, and emotionally disarming in its simplicity.

It’s early morning. The kind of brisk, crisp Tallinn day when the sea’s whisper meets concrete under a pale sky. I walk along Kopli Line, each step drawing nearer not just to a museum, but to a place where metal, concrete and sea have breathed together for over a century.