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Tiit Veermäe
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Bremen Tower and Passage

I am Bremen Tower, although I’m not named after the city in northern Germany, but rather a denizen of this city, who was also known as Bremer.

I was built four storeys high at the beginning of the 15th century, and, as most other towers in this city, with a horseshoe-shaped main layout. My neighbouring tower,

Tower behind Monks, is still around today, but my closest remaining colleague on the other side, Tower behind Hat- torpe, is actually quite far away. The Lesser Coastal Gate and its tower, which were near the old Russian church, have been destroyed or demolished.

In the middle ages, I was known as Bremen de Vange Konge! The two lower levels housed a jail, which could be accessed at that time by the second floor. The current entrance from Vene street side was made much later. The prison was an unlit room with small openings for air, a toi- let, and iron rings on the walls. The third and fourth floors had arrow or gun loops and fireplaces.

When I got a new owner in the 16th century, I was renamed Kampferbeck Tower after him. The prison remained on the lower levels in the 17th century, and later they were used for gunpowder storage. By the way, there have also been prisons right across the road from me at Vene Street 23 and 25. I also saw how the communist girl Villu Klement escaped from that building through the chimney in the early years

of the Republic. She was caught again right away since she stood out so much with soot all over her. In those days we didn’t have many black-skinned people moving around on the streets.

At the end of the 19th century, I became the property of the owner of the neighbouring property, the cement king of the Czar era, Girard de Soucanton, who used me as a warehouse at first. After that, I was connected to the main building of the same man’s living quarters, who was known locally as Suka-Anton. During the war, the parapet around my upper part was damaged, but it was restored about ten years later. Villem Raam and Rein Zobel, our art history gurus, have sup- posed that I never actually had a roof, and my upper plat- form was used as a catapult base. Well, now younger histori- ans think that I did have a roof. Today I am still “hatless“. I’m also the most recent tower to have been restored in the city!

Right here next to me, a neo-gothic sharp-tipped gate open- ing was made in the 19th century, which connects Uus and Vene Streets with the Bremen passage. At different times, there have been bars and restaurants there.

Construction history. Built at the beginning of the 15th century, height 21.6 m, walls 2-3.2 m thick.