[on a boat] Sometimes, the fainter light was closer
than the brighter. Sometimes a small and distant light would suddenly rush upon
you and pass close by, the light itself rocking on what was now a black cone,
speeding by a few yards away and back into the night. Sometimes the light that
had begun to worry you, seemingly hovering aboard an obstacle and about to
collide, gradually resolved itself into a star, millions of miles away and
hanging low in the sky.
So at night, on a boat, you stare. You stare ahead, opening
your eyelids wider, frowning hard……….peering into the black. After a while,
your forehead hurts and your eyeballs ache and the back of your neck goes
tense. And, you remember the chilling fact that a large boat can charge up from
its hidden place on the other side of the horizon to be on top of you in seven
minutes.
The Kiel Canal was built in the nineteenth century for
strategic reasons. Germany wanted to be able to get her battleships into the
Baltic. It was designed for, and still took, big ships, but of course the canal
was largely redundant now. Real big ships were too big for it in the modern
world. In fact real big ships could no longer enter the Baltic at all. The waters
of the Kattegat were too shallow for ocean-going bulk carriers to pass through
the Danish entrance and the canal was now far too small.
‘Why do you think, Griff, that I drive that battered old
thing?’…………’Here, in Denmark, I could not be seen driving in a top-of-the-range
Porsche or Ferrari, even though I could easily afford one. Danish people don’t like
anybody to show off.’ ………The Danes do have an enormous social conscience and
they pay massive taxes to support it. It is part of the fabric of their society.
After the Napoleonic Wars, when they backed the wrong side and were mercilessly
punished, losing Norway, bombed by Congreve rockets and shot to pieces by
Admiral Nelson the Danes became a small nation and the conscience of Europe. …….Danes
are very proud of their tolerant history……Hence the flags, and the patriotism. …..Spare,
modern, practical and uncomfortable, that was Danish: nothing frilly or
ornamental, please.
Danes are immensely proud of Denmark. This is because they
are the most sophisticated of the Baltic nations. I was told this not only by
the Danish, but also in Estonia, Sweden and Finland, without a trace of irony.
Nobody said, ‘They think they’re the most sophisticated’, as we British might
about the French. It was taken as a matter of course. Denmark looked south. A
Finnish sound engineer solemnly told me that the Danish had much more in common
with Italy than the Arctic circle. ‘They even drink more espresso coffee.’
At the beginning of the last millennium, the woods and bogs
of Pomerania cut off the wilderness of Estonia and Latvia. There was no settled
government up there. The fjords and bays were populated by individual pagan
tribes. Russian hunters had come out of the east, via Byzantium, working their
way to Novgorod. The Vikings came from the west by boat. Close behind them, the
Teutonic Knights roved up from the south. These particular, ruthless crusaders
helped establish trading posts, and a dominant class of expatriate merchants to
rule them, but outside their walls it remained every man for himself. It was a
lawless wild west of northern Europe. The Russians, the Germans and the Swedes
have fought for control of the area ever since. Estonia and Latvia achieved
their independence only in 1991.
The history of Russian involvement with the Baltic is the
history of Russia’s urge to move west, to become European. St Petersburg was built
by Peter the Great to modernize his country, to leave the exotic, Boyar Moscow
behind, in the past…… But it only ever became an outpost. The real Russia stretched
away across the steppes to the edge of Japan.
In the eighteenth century foreign visitors were struck by
Russian stoicism. St Petersburg was a city of appalling disease and grinding
poverty. Sixty out of every 1,000 people were expected to die every year,
because they lived on top of a festering cesspit. Crime was inevitable and
punishments were draconian. Things got considerably worse in the nineteenth
century. Dostoyevsky himself was thrown into the dungeons on the island …………He
was kept in solitary confinement in a cell that regularly flooded with the
sewage-laden waters of the Neva.
Executions were so commonplace that the people on one side
of the town could hardly be bothered with the beheadings taking place on the
other. The visitor from London, used to high levels of public interest in this
sort of thing, put it down to the Russian ability to absorb suffering. And, by
any account, St Petersburg has been a city of suffering.
We were passing through by far the most exquisite scenery we
had yet seen on the journey…….The southern coast of Finland, the northern coast
of the Gulf, was dotted with over 80,000 islands. And every one was beautiful.
The border had moved back and forth along this fragmented
shore many times in the last 1,000 years. The Swedes had been beaten back home
by Peter the Great. For 300 years Finland had been part of Russia…..Russia had
only let go of this wonderland, where the tsar had yachted, in 1917, where the
Finns negotiated their independence with Lenin.
Finland’s entire history, like that of so many of the small
countries of the area, had been driven by a wholly justified fear of its
neighbours. The disputes, the civil wars, the blood-letting, even the internal
political geography were caused by the aggressive policies of Russia, Germany
and, before them, Sweden.
He [said] ….. ‘The Danes look down on the Swedes, who
look down on the Finns, and the Finns look down on the Estonians, and the Estonians
look down on the Latvians. And the Lithuanians, I’m afraid, are right at the
bottom.’
And everybody still feared the Russians, if not for their military
intentions, then most certainly for their criminal intentions ………..[gangs
coming over]
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