Prison fortress (Part 5), Tallinn, Estonia
These are the last photos from this prison.
I'm wondering: How has it felt to be only a number in a soviet prison cell's door, a cell with a little light and no heating? What is the price to pay for making a mistake, a bad act towards someone else? Did the prisoners feel that it was right for them to be locked in these cells? Were there also innocent people, for instance because of their political opinions? The answer must have been yes. But somehow the interior of the cells were beautiful, maybe because they were so old and the paint was felling off from the walls exposing the colorful paints underneath.