This is downtown Zvarde," says Valdis Karklis, looking out the car window at the shrub-covered forest that stretches along both sides of the dirt road.He points to a few stones, and with a good-natured laugh, says, "I used to buy chocolate here."A little further on, the road is so bad we are forced to walk to reach what is left of a church. Karklis climbs through a stone archway and gestures to the half crumbling wall on the other side. "In 1944, my oldest sister was confirmed here."When he returned two years ago, the only way he could recognize the remains of what was once his house was by...
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