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Lithuanian towns
Every time any past an average size of South Lithuanian town or village, shoe shelf through the wet leaves aplipusį car window watching what was changed in that time, so I was not trying to understand what they lack, what they are able to breathe life. Do I Merkinė Leipalingis, Seirijai, Krikštonys, Meteliai or Simnas everywhere not chase away the obsession that some sort of curse prevents people here feel good.
Town man always distinguish between a villager and the city residents. His eyes will not find a spark of enthusiasm and anxiety shadow. It is indifferent to the fate of their own and others, do not expect anything good, and do not wait. His life sucked life between the different shades of gray on the wet silicate brick and slate asbestos decades before nelopyto asphalt. Belief that it is possible to create some kind of cozy private worlds conquered is always watching, interested in everything and your views peršantys neighbors, quick to condemn and stoning. Professional ambitions finished off the perception that there has to be the last stop of the escape is impossible.
School, from the middle turned into a major, if not the original, neighborhood, some shops, issuing debt to the pension or benefit payment date, market, church, library ... In theory, is everything you might need one, but when you communicate with the man, it seems that real life is going somewhere far away from here. True and color is what shows on television, but here are just shadows, living dead kingdom. Just at dusk a passing trucks with lots of lights recalls that certain shining lights of the living world somewhere. But here they do not stop unless crushed any right under the wheels on your bike rerouted drunk whose death does not make anyone a surprise.
Town man always distinguish between a villager and the city residents. His eyes will not find a spark of enthusiasm and anxiety shadow. It is indifferent to the fate of their own and others, do not expect anything good, and do not wait.
The European money over the last few years renovating parks and public buildings, vehicles equipped with rings and lying cops, new roofs and white plastic window does not change the substance and do not breathe new life into a dead body. Meaningful use of EU structural funds, which only I have seen, there is a new public toilet Merkinė straight for ward building. If not Europe, another half-century of life for apmyžtais angles and pakrūmėm.
How bekištum money into infrastructure such places, this way did not boost the local population between the all new beauties take some kind of business. Something bake, carve, mold, carve and immediately sell it. S not worth what a purchase. Better to go out to work what to look for, or receive disability benefits sue, but here, look, and until retirement have not done much Metelių left.
For a while I tried to think that everything on the drink. Neither the village nor in the larger cities as abundant drinkable as towns. But then I realized that this disease of addiction is just a consequence of the stressful daily routine, from which it is impossible to hide, even in blind.
When there is no logical explanation as to why our towns are dead are left to look for reasons in history. If the depressing inherited from generation to generation, this had something special happen disgusting, concealed as a lover's skeleton closet or prison tattoo intimate place.
During the interwar period from 30 to 70 percent. our towns population was Jewish. World War II on the eve of Lithuania lived through 215 thousand. Jews have been approximately 7 per cent of the whole population. Over 90 per cent. all the territory of the former Lithuanian Jews murdered in the Holocaust.
"This is the highest percentage of Jews in the destruction of the whole of Europe. World War II was safer to be a Jew in Nazi Germany than in Lithuania ", - said California resident Litvak Grant Gochinas.
That towns where the Jewish population was the largest in their loss just could not go unnoticed. Left home, who settled in other people, objects, which neighbors išsinešiojo Lithuanians, and one other of them has contributed to the massacre. Others watched through the curtains or blinds country and tried to plead that they can do.
Several generations, having made their lives on a murdered fellow bone, learned to unlearn and mention of this shameful part of our history. The noble princes hikes in March for the Vilnius flight across the Atlantic and the post-war resistance in March we can talk. Because it's beautiful, that we can be proud of. The Holocaust - our black stain. shoe shelf Therefore, even the mention of it somehow uncomfortable, like a hanged man in the family aptarinėtum rope brands.
Unrecognized and unnamed fault - that's gnawing at the inside of our small towns. Killed enterprising and probably the most educated part of their community, gravel pits lay down their many centuries of tradition shoe shelf and driven out to the subconscious