Lara had arduously tried to find the missing link, desperately searching the answer she was looking for. It was all about her grandparents she had never known, just heard some stories of various nature. Who really were they, what did they look like? Lara held a faded picture in her hand wondering if the man and woman on it were her grandparents, she found a note attached to it, her hands started shaking. Why? Was she afraid to find the truth of their…..
September. It was the last week before I had to start performing and teaching my piano students. The summer had been demanding with all the preparations and some gardening. Sitting on the patio, I enjoyed the wealth of colour and fragrance all around me. I noticed a very special bloom, it was so beautiful, so fragrant. The last rose of summer. I wanted to share it with someone. A very special friend came to my mind. There were still a…..
My novel “No Time to Cry” has traveled around the globe. I am so touched that it has helped many to sooth their pain and gave support by giving them strength to overcome their ordeals and go on. When I was writing the novel, my most inner wish was to reach out to people with my emotional intelligence, pain is no stranger to me. Finally my novel “No Time to Cry” has arrived home, The National Library of Latvia, “Castle…..
blueink review: “For Vera Leinvebers, a concert pianist and music teacher now living in Canada, childhood memories of war, loss and dislocation are so painful and traumatic she is forced to create a fictional self Lara to retell them, even from a safe distance. When her family flees her childhood home in Riga, Latvia, toward the end of World War ll, Lara embarks on the journey that, by its end, robs her of her brother, her beloved animals, her education, her…..
TITLE INFORMATION NO TIME TO CRY Leinvebers, Vera iUniverse (236 pp.) $28.95 hardcover, $18.95 paperback, $3.99 e-book ISBN: 978-1462058457; October 28, 2011 BOOK REVIEW A beautifully written memoir about the author’s horrific childhood experiences in Latvia during World War II. Referring to herself as Lara in her memoir, author Leinvebers goes back and forth between her present, when she is a world-renowned pianist living in Canada, and her childhood, when she endured extreme measures of brutality and abuse. Lara was…..
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…..
What happened is never over, but it is possible to find meaning and purpose in life and the world afterward. The scars never heal but one has to be strong enough to accept it and live with them – I have. Premium US Reviews: “As one disaster followed another, I had no time to stop, no time to think, no time to cry. All I could do was keep going, knowing that life itself is all that we ever have that is truly…..
Life at the barracks felt like a book without words. I was sitting at the window hoping to see Father come back from the factory. Ice crystals had formed on the glass, they looked like little stars, by now I had counted them all. The days were long and lonesome. Mother was very ill at the hospital and Father was gone for days. Am I totally forgotten? Am I going to stay here all by myself for ever? I knew…..
It was very difficult to understand why I was ignored by my peers and taken for granted by the adults, all I ever wanted was to do my best. Having had lost everything in my homeland, I was eager to start my life all over again and leave the negative behind. I worked as hard as I could on my music, school and the newly acquired activity, table tennis, my progress and achievements were noticed. It was not that I was…..
My Christmas Eve had come to a sorrowful end, my brother was stolen from me by the invaders. I took a last look at the door, it was still open, my brother was gone. It had started to snow. Was it snow or Heaven crying for my brother? The house felt so cold and quiet, the presents laid under the dark Christmas tree, they were never opened. A few days later, the fire claimed the presents along with my childhood…..
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