not just for latvians but what's it really like living in one of those tiny aspirationless countries that's always been dominated by larger superpowers around it, never able to carve out their own path, and practically just one big village to have their population harvested for work or cannon fodder. just muh komfy because you tune it out with cheap alcohol and mystery meat cold sausages in your former ussr flats like an iraqi living in persian ruins? do you have art galleries there? do people read books? does all your food, clothes, and household goods come from the same rebranded communist shop that all your neighboues shop at? truly the arse end of nowhere
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