ROCK SUMMER 1988

Summer of 1988 I am to take my first ever trip to Estonia - still firmly a part of the Soviet Union at the time. I am 26-years old, still a student in the university, photography is just something I do.

Due to several coincidences, I go there to cover a rock festival - the first one ever arranged there - my first foreign assignment ever and one that is going to make a huge change in my professional life.

Twenty-two years later I visit the same place again. And it becomes a true walk on the memory lane...

Below the story, a multimedia and some images - now and then...