Liana Langa reposted a post from her friend Marcis Romancevich on her social media page. It is so artistically emotional that it makes one want to curse. But one cannot...
“The picturesque Russian curses, known as mat, which have long hung on walls and fences, have now migrated into the minds and nested in the Latvian language like foreign chicks in a strange nest. Like weed seeds, they are carried across the fields of language by the wind. Once in the veins, they cause a strange numbness. Even on a sunny day, they can fall on one’s head as suddenly as from the air, sticking like spit to asphalt. In castles as well as in huts, we have allowed this. What was sown yesterday has ripened today, and now the mouths of our grandchildren spit it out.”
