“To here in Siberia, we were brought without tickets, stuffed into cattle cars like livestock. We were given water and at two-day intervals, warm food. We came here in convoys of one hundred cars in each, and the journey lasted… — Melānija Vanaga Copy Share Image
“The train continued on its way to Rīga. I could not peel my eyes from the window. On some hillock, an old friend from long-gone days rushed towards me: the grey rock. A sight for sore eyes after stone-less Siberia.… — Melānija Vanaga Copy Share Image
“While waiting at the counter, in my mind I went through my relatives here in Rīga, who had not been touched either by the… — Melānija Vanaga Copy Share Image
“To here in Siberia, we were brought without tickets, stuffed into cattle cars like livestock. We were given water and at two-day intervals, warm… — Melānija Vanaga Copy Share Image
“Slavery! It sounds archaic and perhaps even silly, and this word, too, people dared pronounce only in their hidden thoughts. “Slavery — it sounds… — Melānija Vanaga Copy Share Image
“Home at last! After such a long absence. And again, I remembered that I no longer had a home. Now, when it was most… — Melānija Vanaga Copy Share Image
“All at once, I felt the homeland as so very much mine, so close, so warm, so dear. Was it really necessary to be… — Melānija Vanaga Copy Share Image
“The train continued on its way to Rīga. I could not peel my eyes from the window. On some hillock, an old friend from… — Melānija Vanaga Copy Share Image
