Monday, August 08, 2005

Mom often journeyed across a snowy field to read the weather forecast for the local research station. Did her mother permit her without worrying? Mom must have snuck out or lied (but to read the weather?) Grandma is always talking about grey wolves, not letting the grey wolves in. What if you had been eaten by wolves? Wolves are an invention of one grandma, the city grandma. Wolves are a metaphor for strangers in the city. In Daugavpils, more of a small city surrounded by woods, wolves were not metaphors.


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