It turned dark, very dark, just like all the other nights before, at least the air attacks had stopped. Powerful gusts of wind broke parts of the mast off and scattered all over the deck. We all were at mercy of the raging storm, our despair of ever reaching land became reality by the minute. The ones who stood near the side of the boat were swept overboard. It was impossible to save them. I clung to the barbed wire…..
The days and nights were long, all seemed so lifeless. The waves were crashing at the boat, the cries from below the deck, all that painful monotony had saturated my whole body. There was no escape, it was the shocking reality that was so difficult to process, I felt like a captive on the Baltic Sea. The dark sea had swallowed the horizon. Out of nowhere a sea-gull would fly close to the boat, looking for food. Slowly the vessel…..
My parents and I had finally arrived at the harbour of Riga (Latvia). A small group of people were being loaded on a small cargo boat. Below the deck were prisoners reaching their hands through the barbed wire. The boat started to leave the harbour, the refugees were singing the national anthem “Dievs sveti Latviju”, ( God save Latvia). We were leaving the burning city on one side and facing the relentless sea on the other. There was no other choice……