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.
Yeah, yeah, I keep promising to be better, but it just doesn't happen... I seem to have been so busy with my ever expanding business, which is primarily managing other people's social media, I've truly neglected my own. And it's just easier to post on Facebook, though strangely, it's not as personal as posting here. I will endeavour to be better. And make the time to post here, cos I'm never going to just have the time. 
Titirangi Storyteller
please continue…
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JKBradley
20/06/2012 at 3:17 am
I most assuredly will… I don’t think I could stop. 🙂
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Titirangi Storyteller
20/06/2012 at 11:11 am
That’s pretty amazing. Would love to know the history behind it.
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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?
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Titirangi Storyteller
23/06/2012 at 1:58 pm
The helmets are very telling, as are the epaulets. Reminds me of Russian soldiers.
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poietes
24/06/2012 at 5:24 am