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My Private Alaska Mar. 14th, 2013|09:54 am

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Round the back of where I live it's almost like I imagine Alaska. Slepoju almost until the road to Jelgava; three deer ran out in front of me as I slid along the frozen swamp. When I stopped for a breather, I looked at the stars coming out in the wide sky over a line of pylons running to the horizon. The only other marks of civilisation were the dogs (I hope) howling in the distance, and a frozen bag of high grade booze dumped under some conifers.

Those sceptical Latvian types who doubted I saw bear prints a few years back (we have the photos - prints and blood in the snow), can chew on their carrots. I'm telling you: this is almost wilderness.
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