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When the Russians Came to Visby

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Most people think of Visby as medieval. Stone walls. Rose-covered ruins. Viking whispers in the streets. But here’s a twist you might not expect: in 1808, the Russians came ashore.

During the Finnish War, a conflict between Sweden and Russia that ultimately led to Finland becoming a Grand Duchy under the Russian Empire- Gotland found itself in the wrong place at the wrong time. A small Russian fleet landed in Slite and marched toward Visby. With Sweden’s forces distracted elsewhere, the island was shockingly under-defended.

So what did the people of Visby do? They surrendered. Peacefully. There was no battle, no bloodshed- just a brief and strange chapter in which Visby was, for a few weeks, under Russian occupation.

It didn’t last long. The Swedes regrouped, sent forces from the mainland, and reclaimed the island with minimal resistance. Still, it left a curious scar in Visby’s long and layered history. A reminder that even in its post-medieval years, this place was still a prize worth claiming.

Why I’m excited:

I love stories like this. Not the grand sieges or the legendary battles—but the footnotes. The unexpected. The almost-forgotten moments that make a place feel real and vulnerable. When I visit Visby in August, I’ll be thinking about that quiet 1808 occupation: how a city of ancient walls found itself occupied without a fight. And I’ll wonder how it must have felt to hear Russian voices echo off limestone.

In Visby, history doesn’t just come in medieval shades. Sometimes, it arrives by boat, stays a few weeks, and leaves a ghost of a headline in the archives. And that’s exactly what makes this place so unforgettable.

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About the author

Hej! I’m Jenny —an American transplant who traded Southern humidity for Swedish mist, medieval ruins, and a deep appreciation for fika. I write from the perspective of someone discovering Sweden with wide-eyed wonder (and occasionally confused awe). From folklore and forest hikes to Viking bones and modern quirks, I’m on a journey to understand this beautiful, baffling country—and to tell its stories along the way.

Come wander with me—lagom pace, heart full of wanderlust!