“While waiting at the counter, in my mind I went through my relatives here in Rīga, who had not been touched either by the war, or the black storm of the new era, but my thoughts did not stop at… — 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
