Riga, decisamente non era una città sovietica. Il centro vecchio, molto ben conservato, con le sue piccole vie contorte, le piazzette bordate di case colorate, le guglie filanti delle chiese, insomma un colpo d'occhio molto gradevole. Passeggiare per la città ti faceva sentire in una delle tante città del nord europeo con gli scuri pomeriggi invernali ed i lampioni gialli ad illuminare ancoli antichi, selciati irregolari, facciate storiche. Qui il processo di de-sovietizzazione aveva marciato più in fretta, lo si vedeva dai molti nuovi piccoli negozi, dai locali che sprang up like mushrooms in restaurants that had taken intonation Central European orchestras with strings and an attempt to service performed with more accuracy. Also one thing that was happening puzzled and horrified Zhenija Ferox, many refused to speak Russian. Unlike other Russian empire that were foolishly sought only independence from the central power, to surrender to the local cliques and sinking into an economic weakness that would lead them to a future of blood and tears, the thinking here was that the colony who was freed from a colonizing, picking up the ball and the modus vivendi of a still recent past and clear in the memories of many. Already jumped to occhi, le nuove discriminazioni che si stavano creando, la marginalizzazione, che diventò nel futuro immediato, una vera e propria persecuzione nei fatti, verso la minoranza russa che si era lì trasferita in circa 50 anni e che si intravvedeva già bene, proprio nel rifiuto di quella che era stata la lingua ufficiale. Non a caso le tre repubbliche Baltiche furo quelle che per prime si staccarono ufficialmente a tutti gli effetti dall'impero e diedero inizio alla sua disgregazione. Anche Zhenija cominciava a capirlo e si chiedeva pieno di dubbi: - Ma allora non potrò più venire a riposare a Jurmala?- riferendosi alla lunga e bellissima spiaggia, classico luogo di vacanza sul mar Baltico, un tempo già frequentato dagli Zar, poi popolato da sanatory full of deserving employees. The time was ripe for a drastic change, but Riga was always beautiful, especially from the sea, the sea just in front of Jurmala, or one in front of the Daugava estuary is completely frozen for miles. What a strange feeling, to walk on ice in the early afternoon, but already the light was coming down and the shadows of the pale northern sun, already long, merging with the darkness vanished starts. The shore was covered with ice as the choppy sea, as if the waves themselves, slipping on the sand they wanted to maintain a form that kept the memory, as if the cold had frozen the idea that the first wave of 'water. A bank of area where the prospectors digging Baltic amber, even in huge blocks of a few pounds, or droplets from appearance rounded and irregular, some almost white, golden like honey, like milky, others darker, transparent and translucent like that of chestnut, with some small inclusions, insects, or straw, thus enhancing the value and beauty. Here is the kingdom of this fossilized resin and are easily found objects and processes in this material, so you could vent in the purchases of gifts to take home before a nice dinner with salmon on a bed of potato and cream of shrimp, in a pleasant restaurant, while a quartet of lovely ladies was playing Mozart on a small side platform. But all was not yet proven and point. Just got back, the revenge of Odin fell on me with the hammer of Thor, which struck me hard stomach and abdomen. Forced me into a back and forth continuously throughout the night, to a biblical understanding of the water even that nice small hotel. A retaliation hard to digest in all directions to have too enjoyed the return to civilization.
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