In front of my hotel in Riga, the Occupation Musuem rises majestically. A black, austere, rectangular building remains of this troubled period which runs from 1940-1991. Every day, I pass by to reach the Old City, I can not avoid it more and by a cloudy afternoon, I am confronted with the Latvian historical reality of the twentieth century.

After visiting Liepaja, I went for a walk in Karosta, a Russian quarter which excluded Latvians during the occupation. Covering one third of the entire city, there only are deserted alleyways with red brick buildings and green trees.