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Mar. 1st, 2011|09:41 pm |
Plans to stiffen the will of the Daugava from the ethera in a form I don't understand. K is in Latvian form and once fleshed out a story in a cellar bar called Karakums about how once he fell into an icy hole and while scrambling for his life was ignored by a heavily-coated fellow countryman who passing by uttered a word like
durak
K also once in my kitchen told me that if I went to the Latvian countryside to meet the people there, I might be disappointed. |
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