In Riga Reality Hits. Hard.

Posted on September 24, 2013     Leave a Comment

The night we arrive in Riga is dark and rainy. The following day’s weather follows suit. It’s fitting for the mood of the day. We visit the Riga ghetto where my great-grandparents and great-aunts were taken before being murdered. It’s eerie: the houses down the streets are now just as they were then. Outside one house […]

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