Telling tales from around the world
The people who know the story about this first-hand are all dead, bar a few that were too young to understand. It’s an insignificant balcony on an insignificant building in the old part of Riga. No marker, no plaque, nothing noting it. You could walk by an never notice – walk by once or ten thousand times. The story is there, telling itself every moment.
Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
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please continue…
JKBradley
20/06/2012 at 3:17 am
I most assuredly will… I don’t think I could stop.
Titirangi Storyteller
20/06/2012 at 11:11 am
That’s pretty amazing. Would love to know the history behind it.
poietes
23/06/2012 at 7:43 am
Me too… you get the perspective from the size of the bricks. It was not a big, official public building on a square – not a place make big speeches or rally the troops from. I think it was meant to be merely ornamental… I think now that quite likely it’s earlier that WWII, and quite possibly from the era of the 1st Latvian independence 1918 – 1940. Perhaps the story is less dark and more about self-protection?
Titirangi Storyteller
23/06/2012 at 1:58 pm
The helmets are very telling, as are the epaulets. Reminds me of Russian soldiers.
poietes
24/06/2012 at 5:24 am