Old Town, Riga. The dude behind me penned over 200,000 folk songs and stories which form the foundation of Latvian nationalism. Remember that you folks who are always goin on about wanting to record your grandparent’s stories (and yet never getting round to it). There are more than 1.2 million of the bloody things written down here so that an oral culture has become very much a written one. Latvians have quite literally imagined themselves into existence to paraphrase a famous egghead. Posted by Picasa

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About bulletsandhoney
I read my first book when I was three, then my second one a few weeks later. It has carried on this way for decades with only temporary distractions of eating, fighting, loving, heartbreak and other such irrelevant biographical details.

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