‘But then a grenade exploded, and they were showered with plaster and shards of bricks. Greta covered Hans with her naked body. But he clambered up onto his lone leg and made for the window. Greta tried to hold him back, what could you possibly want to see, my love?’
from “Victory” by Jānis Joņevs, translated from the Latvian by Kaija Straumanis in Latvian Lit Week.
Photo – from Riga art museum, MStein
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