5 Most Bizarre Things Ever To Happen in Estonian History

Estonia is a country with a long history that is in large parts made up of the stuff that histories are usually made out of – treaties and wars and pacts and influence zones and a lot of dates. Dozing off already? Not so fast, because in the middle of all the regular stuff there’s plenty of room left for all sorts of funny and weird happenings. What follows is a list of five wonderfully weird moments from Estonia’s past that will hopefully make you go: “huh, that is pretty weird!”.

1) Watching erotica with the family

It’s the evening of June 24, 1987, and the entire family has gathered around around the TV to spend some quality time together. Granny’s dozing off in the armchair, mom and dad are shifting around restlessly and even uncle and his family have driven up from the south. In just a couple of minutes would start the first ever Estonian screening of “Emmanuelle”, the iconic French soft-core porno.

This was a big deal and only partially because there would be naked ladies on the television. Western TV was prohibited in the Soviet Union, which of course made it a very sought after commodity. In Estonia people managed to sneak in a fair share of “Dallas”, “Knight Rider” and the like through Finland, where antennas were built unnecessarily high so Western programs could reach Estonia and have an influence on the Soviet citizen. David Hasselhoff really did have a small part to play in the collapse of the Eastern block!

The signals from Finland wouldn’t reach inland, though, so you could only watch American shows in Tallinn and on the northern coast of Estonia. Not every show made people flock to the capital and usually those who could watch Western programs would just write letters to their less fortunate friends and relatives informing them of the newest developments on “Dallas”. But “Emmanuelle” was a different beast entirely.

There would be naked people doing who knows what on the television! Good jolly, if Lenin saw this he would be spinning in his mausoleum!

Already in the morning of that faithful day onlookers would have seen long lines of cars heading towards Tallinn from all corners of Estonia. Everybody wanted to see on the TV something that was such a taboo in the Soviet Union, yet apparently so casual in the West. In the evening Tallinn was packed with cars, but the streets were unusually quiet, almost nobody was walking around. But in almost every window one could see dimly flickering lights, as mothers and fathers, grandparents, cousins, uncles, children and really everybody gathered around the TV set to have a good look at what they were missing out on.

Nine months later the birth rate in Estonia spiked to an all-time high. In Estonia, at least, the legacy of “Emmanuelle” lives on to this day, quite literally.

2) A mummy in debt

So, it’s November, 1700, and you’ve just lost a battle against an army three times smaller than the one you’re commanding, taken captive and transported to Tallinn, the current capital of Estonia. This is exactly the situation the general of the Russian army Carl Eugene de Croy, a Belgian-born nobleman found himself in after the battle of Narva on the current border of Estonia and Russia.

As it turns out not speaking a word of Russian and treating your men like idiots aren’t good leadership qualities after all.

Because Carl is a nobleman, he isn’t thrown in a dungeon, but instead gets released after promising he won’t try to leave the city. He quickly establishes himself as the heart and soul of every party around town and as the Belgian doesn’t have enough money to support his lifestyle, he takes on a lot of loans. He’s a nobleman and can pay everybody back for sure! This all comes to a grinding halt, however, when Carl is suddenly found dead in 1702.

This is very bad news for the creditors, who quickly learn that Carls’s family back in Belgium is not interested in paying for his sinful lifestyle. Now, as punishment, the city of Tallinn decides not to bury the body, resulting in Carl’s soul not going to heaven. Then again, taking into account his lifestyle, he probably wouldn’t have had a large welcoming party waiting for him at the Pearly Gates even with a proper burial. The city dumps the body in the cellar of the St. Nicholas church in hopes that maybe time will soften the de Croy family and make them cough up the cash.

Fast forward 117 years and Carl is still there! The priests have kept a detailed record about the length of his stay, which means that now the Belgian owes the church as well. What has become apparent, though, is that Carl’s body had been extraordinarily well preserved – skin was still there and even bits of hair could be seen!  Apparently it was the salpeter that was used in the building of the church that had kept the body intact. Either that, or all the booze he had drunk more than a century ago. In any case, the church saw an opportunity and set Carl up in a glass coffin for all to see. For a symbolic fee, of course.

Crowds from all over Europe flocked to see the mummy of Tallinn. Young lovers liked him as well,  because the mummy’s caretaker could make it do a creepy trick – by pinching one of Carl’s toes, the mummy’s upper body would suddenly stand up as if it was sitting. This was meant to scare the young ladies into the arms of their gentlemen. The mummy of St. Nicholas was finally removed from the church in 1870 when the czar found out about it and thought all of it to be rather silly. Carl’s finally laid to rest, but the St. Nicholas church is still there. See it on one of our walking tours!

3) The president who drank the occupation away

It’s July 26, 1994, and the president of Estonia has been summoned to Moscow to talk about the removal of the Soviet forces from his country, which has been occupied for the past fifty years. The guy he’s meeting is Boris Yeltsin, the first president of the Russian Federation, who thus far has shown considerable fondness towards not moving his armies anywhere.

This is the situation Lennart Meri, the first president of re-independent Estonia, found himself in when he arrived to Kremlin. The Estonian government wanted the Russian army out so the nation could become fully independent, join the European Union and finally check out what the heck that “McDonald’s“ thingy is all about. As the previous talks had shown, however, the Russian side wasn’t too keen on letting that happen.

It didn’t come as a surprise, then, that the initial welcome in Moscow was a bit chilly – the Russian officials didn’t want to budge at all. Mr. Yeltsin, however, didn’t seem to care all too much what the best minds in Russian foreign politics were thinking – he had heard from Bill Clinton that the Estonian president was a stand up guy who could get stuff done. So he decided to leave the officials to argue away and instead invited the Estonian president to drink vodka with him.

Mr. Meri really wasn’t a drinking man, but the future of his country was at stake, so why not, right? Out of a long list that Yeltsin provided him, he picked out Absolut Vodka – so things would be absolute between them.

Yeltsin apparently liked this choice a lot and so they started drinking. Or rather, Yeltsin started drinking, because Meri was secretly pouring away his shots into the pot of a palm tree growing right next to where he was sitting. When the Russian Foreign Minister entered, Yeltsin ordered him to drink a glass as well and angrily berated the officials for their slowness – see how quickly the two presidents were figuring all of this out! With this new lubricant at hand the talks started moving ahead quite well and soon it was finalised that the Russian forces would leave Estonia the following month. If only the fate of all revolutions would be decided like that!

4) The Drunken Danes

So, it’s 1219 and the Danish king is about to lose a battle against a bunch of Estonian pagans near Lindanise, a small wooden fortress and the predecessor of the current capital, Tallinn. The king falls to his knees, starts praying and as a sign of godly intervention the Danish flag falls from the sky and the Danes end up wiping the floor with the Estonians. This is the best-known origin story for the flag of Denmark. Which is a shame, because there’s a better one out there.

When the Danes arrived to take Lindanise, their army consisted of two parts – the well-trained mercenaries, and random peasants shoved on boats and sent to fight in a foreign land. The armies camped in different locations and the Estonians in the fort only saw the much weaker peasant force.

It was still sizeable, though, and so the Estonians decided to do the only thing that might help them win. They gave up.

Estonian envoys went down to the Danes and said: „We clearly see there’s a lot of you guys and we don’t want to die, so we’ll just surrender, if that’s okay with you?“ The Danes were okay with this. They were even more okay with a gift the Estonians had brought with them – a large amount of local beer. They had won a battle without any fighting, so why not celebrate! So the Danes started partying and when they were already black-out drunk, the Estonians came down from their fort once more. Only this time, they were not in a giving mood.

Estonians proceeded to absolutely destroy the drunken Danes on the battlefield. This caused a lot of commotion, however, and caught the attention of the mercenary army, which wasn’t camped very far off. Realising what was going in, they wanted to ride in and save the day, but for some weird reason, they didn’t seem to have a proper banner with them. So they found a red piece of cloth and painted on it a white cross, the symbol of christianity. With this flag mounted high on a horse they rode into battle and decimated the Estonians. To the very drunk Danes lying on the battlefield, however, the high-flying flag coming in to save them looked very much like it was decending down right from heaven itself.

You can decide yourself which story you choose to believe, or you can come on one of our tours and check out The Danish King’s Garden in Tallinn where it all happened!

5) Peter the Unexpected

The date is July 22, 1715, and Auguste Sophie Freiin, the mistress of Ungru manor in Western-Estonia receives word that in a couple of hours her husband, who has been dead for the past two years, will have to welcome an unexpected visitor – Peter the Great, the czar of Russia himself!

In truth, the visit wasn’t all that surprising. Even though in the war that had recently ended between Sweden and Russia, her husband had started out as a supporter of the Swedish king Charles XII, he later switched sides and became a close ally of the czar.

So when Peter finally arrived, she informed him that unfortunately he can not meet her husband on the account of him not being alive anymore. After that, she invited Peter to brunch. He was an understanding man and wasn’t going to let that small hiccup ruin a perfectly lovely day. Meeting his friend was off the table. Unlike that brunch, though, which sounded absolutely delightful!

Initially, everything was going smoothly, but Auguste must have been pretty nervous, because when her lost husband had switched sides, he hadn’t really given much thought to the look of his home and therefore in the manor not all Swedish lions were yet swapped out for Russian eagles. So when Peter asks for a new cup, one of the servants readily provides it. The mistake becomes apparent a moment too late, however, because as Peter raises the goblet to his lips, he finds himself once again face-to-face with his nemesis, Charles XII, whose likeness had been engraved on the chalice.

Tensions are running high, as Peter stares at the face of the man who had put him through so much trouble. Auguste’s probably pondering what to wear to her beheading. Turns out, this is apparently her lucky day, because when the czar finally breaks the silence, he shouts: “To my brother Charles!”, and empties the goblet in one swift go. What a true gentleman!

This isn’t the end of it, though, because when Peter finally rises from the table, he sees a portrait of himself above the doorway leading away from the dining hall. What catches his eye is the empty picture frame next to his portrait. After a quick look around he finds a hastily hidden picture behind a nearby oven and as he pulls it out from it’s makeshift hideout, he finds himself for the second time during the brunch staring into the face of Charles XII.

Auguste is probably wondering whether or not the hangman really is as unfriendly as he looks.

As these dark thoughts pass through her mind, Peter raises up the picture of the king of Sweden and says: “Oh yes, brother Charles! Today, you have to hide behind the oven, but you’ll only need one fateful battle to see our positions inverted!” Such is the power of a good brunch!

Should you wish to see, where this weird piece of history played itself out, we’ll take you there on our Western Coast & Haapsalu tour!

Awesome illustrations were drawn by the equally awesome Ann Vaida.

Opening photo credit: Joannes Portantius, 1573–1598, found from Wikipedia.