I was 3 years and 10 moths old, and I was standing there, next to the New St.Ģertrūdes church in Riga, with my mother Ieva and my late father, and one of their friends. I remember I did not like the jacket I was wearing that day. I remember, the church bells started to ring and all the people standing there joined their hands. And then while holding each others hands we walked from the sidewalk to the middle of the street. And then we stood there. In the middle of the street and in the middle of a humain chain that joined the 3 Baltic states. I was very angry at my parents for making me were the ugly jacket. I knew it was an important day and thus it was important to look beautiful. But the damn jacket was hiding my beautiful skirt. Now Im very grateful for the jacket as without the frustration caused by it I maybe would not have this memory. https://youtube/watch?v=UKtdBAJGK9I
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 15:52:58 +0000
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