You don’t get to choose the stories you tell. They choose you. They are there, in plain sight. Like Poe’s Purloined Letter, you don’t see them. Then, little by little, as an imperceptible destiny, your eyes meet them more and more frequently. You think this happens by chance. But the memory of the places you have seen and the books you have read becomes less fortuitous. Finally you realize that those places, those pages actually chose you. As a sailor in uncharted seas, you trust the current to guide you. Read more
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We visited Lithuania for the first time in June 2005. The country had become a member of the EU just over a year before, together with the other two Baltic States: Latvia and Estonia.
It is difficult to know exactly what called us to there, if not the curiosity we felt for a country that had been swallowed by the huge galaxy of the Soviet Union and that we Southern Europeans knew very little about. Read more
