Midnight Stroganoff. “Pupi” means boobs. Little freaked out. Too far from home. But it will pass.
Went to Latvijas Archīvs across the Daugava – shitty part of town, looked like the old ghetto we toured (was it?), huge old wooden buildings, long ago stripped of paint, like a black and white photo from the turn of the last century showing some dirt-street shtetl full of traders in some remote czarist province. All those countries were irretrievably remote since I was born, due to the Iron Curtain. But that’s been down (only!) a decade now.
I love walking into old photographs of extinct worlds or into paintings from story books written in an alphabet you can’t make out.
