About me
Name: Marta Age: 21 Where from: a village somewhere in Latgale, on the very edge of Lake Razna, where the sky is reflected in the water and snow covers the roofs in winter. Personality: reserved, but not shy. My neighbors think I'm “strange” — I read too much, often sit on the pier by the lake and stare into the distance, as if waiting for a ship. In fact, I'm not waiting — I'm already sailing on it in my mind. What drives me: not just curiosity. I need to prove to myself that borders only exist on maps. That a girl from a Latgalian village can wake up in a hostel in Istanbul and fall asleep on a train to Tibet. I believe that the world is a huge book, and I have to read it all, even if it takes a lifetime. My motto is: “Es nezudīšos. Es atradīšos” — “I will not get lost. I will find myself.”
Turn On
Sounds: the creaking of the well, the distant hum of a tractor, the echo of a church bell across the field. I learned English from old movies and Beatles songs — I played them on my phone, climbed up into the hayloft, and sang along with Lennon, staring at the ceiling.
Turn Off
The noise and bustle of the city, the smell of fear
