My parents and I left Riga when I was two. Since then I have always yearned to go back and frolic and dance amongst my people. Not really, but I have wondered from time to time what my life would have been like if we hadn't come to America. After talking with the few relatives that still live there, I think I would have died of McDonald's deprivation. I went to see the apartment I lived in and I wish I could say the neighborhood has seen better days, but during soviet times it was probably worse. I also visited the beaches where I would have gone swimming, the schools I would have attended and the jobs where I would have been underpaid. I've always understood why my parents came to America, but now I know why. A Soviet haze still hangs over the country. It will take entrepreneurship, new thinking and plenty of borscht to bring in the cash needed for a full recovery. Overall being in the country felt like home. I don't know if there is a congenital bond to the place where one is born or I just recognized the behaviors of my relatives in everyone. In Latvia people generally don't smile and aren't especially friendly. Now I am in Bali, where they are the friendliest, most hospitable people in the world and I felt much more at home in Latvia. I wonder what that says about me.

Freedom Monument
Local Art
My First Home

Vanšu Bridge at 23:00


  1. You are a good writer.It's funy .intimate,stimulating and claver.
    Keep doing it.Good material for the book

  2. I hear you... You got it right. I can also assure you that your "first home" definitely looked much better in the past. I hope relatives were kind to you. Enjoy your journey! Can't wait to read your next post.