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Hi derby friends! While we wait for a Riga team, why not check out the action in Aarhus, Denmark? If youāre in the country or somewhere nearby, come for a great day of love and shoves.
Well, weāre off to a good start - some girls have already expressed their interest, and we hope to start practicing in late April (if the weather is sympathetic). The only problem is - not everyone has skates! So, if you or anyone you know has some skates they donāt mind lending or donating,...
Given that my mind is entirely occupied by roller derby at the moment, I haven't been the most consistent blogger. For that, my apologies. On the bright side, here's a typical tourist shot of the Houses of Parliament from my latest visit to London. March 2013.
Renars Kaupers in Saldus, August 2012.
So, we're starting a roller derby team in Riga, Latvia, and would love to have your support! Please share to those who would be interested - I'll be forever in your debt. Click above for the team's tumblr, or find us on Facebook under 'Riga Roller Derby'!
I know, I know. I have no excuse for my prolonged absence, but life has a way of interrupting the consistency I often intend. In any case, please accept my offerings of a link to a short article about the photographer behind one of Salvador Dali's most iconic images. And, as it turns out, Philippe Halsman was born in Riga in 1906. Do click the title for a sampling of the wonderful images he has captured.
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I know itās been a while since Iāve written anything, but I can claim new travels as the reason for my absence. Earlier this month, my mother was reading a lecture at the University of Copenhagen as part of a methodology course and had encouraged me to participate. I was hesitant ā the students, I suspected, would be considerably older, and the subject wouldnāt be entirely relevant to my own research interests. Nevertheless, I acquiesced, and am incredibly thankful that I did.
As fantastic as the experience in Copenhagen was, it didnāt leave much time for tourism ā and, in the instance that it did, I preferred the company and conversation of my coursemates to ceaseless photography. Therefore, Iām afraid I have nothing to show for my few days there ā likewise for Lund, to which I returned for a weekend prior to Riga.
Now, I realise itās a week late, but I want to share my photographs and impressions of the Staro Riga festival in honour of Latviaās Independence Day on November 18.
Side note: On November 18, 1918, Karlis Ulmanis and his council proclaimed independence for Latvia, and began the fight to establish their government as national and legitimate. Karlis Ulmanis, may I say, is a rather mysterious figure ā not much is known about him, but rumours abound. Furthermore, he is either loved or reviled by the Latvians themselves, depending on the historical narrative they recognise.
In any case, my friends and I joined in with the festivities, and were pleasantly surprised to discover that Riga is not as empty as it initially appears. Indeed, I encountered more than one human traffic jam following the fireworks by the Daugava. The light displays, of course, were simply phenomenal.
The first one we saw was called 'Fundamental values of the constitution through the ages', and was projected onto the facade of the Parliament building.
Some buildings did not have a motif, but were simply lit up in a bright display of colour.
The National Museum of Art had several of its most famous images on display, with accompanying music.
RÄtslaukums was full of people eagerly awaiting the fireworks and admiring the exchange of light between the House of the Blackheads and the City Hall.
Though there were many more points of interest all throughout the city, the quality Ā of my photos is too poor to include. Therefore, I leave you with this last display from beside Kongresu Nams, entitled 'Never ending story'.
Staro Riga brought out the best in the city - so much so that I wish the lights would stay on year-round. Then again, if it were to become commonplace, it wouldn't have the same effect, and I like to be reminded every once in a while of just how beautiful Riga truly is.
Hi Everyone! Aarhus Derby Danes are playing a bout against Trondheim's Nidaros Roller Derbyklubb this month (details on poster), so if you happen to be in the area, come along for a fantastic night of derby action. Hope to see you there!
Riga is always changing - it's nice to remember a part of it that once was, quite a few summers ago.
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When I set about selecting a photograph to accompany this article, I wanted a simple panorama of Rigaās skyline, or perhaps a recognisable tourist attraction, but instead stumbled across this seemingly insignificant shot of four friends standing beside a plaque featuring the four regions of Latvia. Though at first glance, it remains a snapshot from any tourist album, it captures something important to Latviaās future: the friendship between people who would have, at one point, been considered enemies simply by nature of their heritage. Two pairs of feet in this photograph belong to German girls, one pair to a Latvian, and one pair to a Russian.
In an email correspondence, Valters Nollendorfs, the director of the Museum of the Occupation of Latvia, summarised Latviaās 19th-20th-century master narrative as that of:
āā¦the small emerging Latvian nation under the rule of Germans and Russians. It has to use all its cunning and strength manoeuvring between both, at times collaborating with one or the other until it succeeds in establishing an independent sovereign state with the help of distant friends in the West when the warring German and Russian empires collapse and no longer can control Latvian aspirations to be free.ā
In other words, Latvia has consistently been torn between Germany and Russia ā at one point constructing the enemy of Germans, and now constructing the enemy of Russians. In the paper I presented at the Negotiating Ideologies II conference in Edinburgh, I argued that it is precisely this disparate construction of historical narrative between Russia and Latvia which continues to creates problems for the two nations. However, using the example of the Latvian-Russian border disagreement, concluded in 2007, I demonstrated that narrative can be deconstructed for the sake of compromise.
Latvia and Russia immediately differed ā and continue to differ ā on their understanding of the Soviet Unionās legacy. When Russia accepted the USSRās foreign assets and liabilities, it was perceived by Latvia to be a statement as to the Russian nation as a continuation, rather than a succession, of this entity ā the difference being whether it also inherited the crimes committed by the former regimes, and must apologise for them.
Of course, the existing relationship between the two countries developed within a context influenced by history, memory, and by the unbalanced power relations of the past, and cannot be divorced from it. Because the Soviet narrative was ā and is ā often repeated by Russia, which has historically held the authority to speak for Latvia, the dispute between the two countries in regards to collective memory is intensified by Latviaās national historiography having been repressed or censored within the USSR. Latvian independence, above all, meant the right to assert and seek recognition of its own construction of history and memory.
The main point of contestation was Russiaās insistence that Latvia joined the union voluntarily in 1940, as opposed having been occupied and its self-determination illegally suspended. Latviaās historiography paints the interwar years as a flourishing, cultural awakening of the country and its people, whereas Russia continues to invoke the Latvian Riflemenās role in the creation of the Soviet state ā thereby challenging Latviaās attempts to dictate its past.
Latviaās government sought to establish a new identity, and to manifest and legitimise national aspirations and concerns internationally ā an identity distinctly separate from the Soviet identity mandated previously. At the foundation of this identity lies the 1920 Soviet-Latvian Peace Treaty, which affirms Latviaās grand narrative: the country was a modern, independent state, economically stable, with additional territory, and was betrayed by Soviet Russia, who went against this treaty in order to force Latvia into the USSR. In these terms, Latvia views its Soviet period as a suspension of independence, and the theme of its regained independence becomes the restoration of assets from this 1920 treaty. It is this document which Latvia attempted to justify, legally, in the physical manifestation of narrative incongruence.
The area which I refer to as Abrene-Pytalovo is the reason for the lengthy border dispute between Russia and Latvia. Though the territory historically belonged to Russia, in the 1920 treaty, it was signed over to Latvia and renamed Abrene. Shortly after Latvia joined the USSR, it was āgiftedā back to Russia. If Latvia were to win the legal case and regain Abrene-Pytalovo, it would go a long way in legitimising the Treaty, and hence its construct of identity.
Russiaās counter-argument relied on the 1975 Helsinki Final Act, and claims that the 1920 treaty was voided following Latviaās entry into the USSR. As Russia believes itself to have inherited the Soviet Unionās treaties on the basis of succession principles, which simultaneously prompts Latvia to regard it as the continuation of the Soviet state, the 1920 treaty is arguably valid and applicable to contemporary Russia.
Stalemate, stemming from a confrontation of Latvia and Russiaās separate historical recollections and narratives and entering the physical realm through dispute over a territory which either are legally entitled to, continued. Latvia recognised its weaker position ā both in the need to demonstrate to the European Union its ability for compromise, and through economic pressure from Russia ā and officially renounced all claims to Abrene-Pytalovo in 2007.
Latvian political scientist Nils Muiznieks explains that, āpolitically, it was very difficult for the Latvian political elite to renounce all claims to Abrene, as this appeared to run counter to the grand narrative of restoration...it was only when the Constitutional Court engaged in some legal acrobatics and ruled that Abrene had not been a traditional part of core Latvian territory and that legal continuity was not at risk that the issue was resolved within Latvia and the border treaty could enter into force[1]ā.
Though, inevitably, the tensions arising from incompatible narratives will remain ā Latvia and Russia, due to their reliance on these narratives as a means of national identity, may perhaps never agree on history ā both have realised that relations must improve, and have used narrative compromise as a method of solving or bypassing these disagreements. The signing of the border treaty depicted a progression in how conflict is resolved between the two countries. Latvia demonstrated an ability to rework historical narrative for the benefit of improving foreign relations. If the improvement of this relationship is to continue, these compromises must emanate from both parties.
Itās a good sign that, in the interpersonal realm, four friends have managed to avoid the weight of their own historical context and to come together for an unforgettable trip to Riga.
[1] Muižnieks, N. (ed) 2011. The Geopolitics of History in Latvian-Russian Relations.           Riga: Academic Press of the University of Latvia.
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I am now resigned to the fact that Iām much keener on discussing my most recent trips than anything else, so I present to you ā Edinburgh! I had heard only positive things, with one exception ā āwindyā. Though upon my arrival it was simultaneously shining and pouring, I was not to experience this infamous Edinburgh wind, and am all the more glad for it. The trip was spectacular.
Actually, this is a point of interest ā have my trips gotten better, or have I become a more positive person? I like to think itās both.
The reason for going, of course, was to present a paper on Latvian and Russian constructs of national identity and the divergence of historical narrative following the dissolution of the Soviet Union. Thatās something for another day, however.
As soon as I got in, I was certain Iād find my hostel in no time, especially if I wandered around the centre aimlessly, and hence headed immediately for the Sir Walter Scott memorial and the National Gallery.
The hostel was frustratingly misleading in its description of āfifteen minute walk from the stationā, and I was told to take a bus.Ā Though slightly disappointed with the hostelās location, I was quickly mollified by its proximity to the university, and particularly the Princess Dashkova Russian Centre, where I was to appear at 9:30 the next morning.
Of course, I had grossly underestimated how long my speech would last, and was forced to find an internet cafƩ in order to add a couple of pages. This proved to be a challenge, and by the time I had finished, it was dark and I made for the relative safety of my six-bed dorm.
The next day was spent in a small lecture room, listening to the other presentations and waiting for my own turn, which was to come shortly after lunch. Everyone had prepared a PowerPoint, and I was intimidated by my technological backwardness ā at least, until the man who would chair my own panel revealed he hadnāt either, and was incredibly engaging regardless.
The day was spent inside, and concluded with drinks with a few other visiting academics. We made plans to climb Arthurās Seat for the next morning and parted ways. I was incredibly nervous to head back through the Meadows, despite repeated assurances that Edinburgh is an incredibly safe city, and was beyond lucky to encounter a girl I recognised from the hostel. We got to talking, and it turns out she also plays roller derby, so we bonded over our mutual love for āskating around in circles, knocking girls overā.
The weather really obliged us the next morning, and the hike to Arthurās Seat was pleasant, albeit slightly difficult considering my unfortunate cold. Nevertheless, the view was spectacular, and we even came across the ruins of an old chapel.
We made our way through Royal Mile, ending at Edinburgh Castle ā the walk was beautiful, but I was pressed for time and was unable to admire everything in detail.
Upon meeting an old friend for coffee, I was told that there is apparently a cemetery hosting the graves of Tom Riddle, Sr., James Potter, and Lily Evans. Iām highly disappointed that I was not informed of this earlier ā I suppose another trip to Edinburgh is in order!
London tomorrow. I've missed it so.
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It appears that Iām rather short on ideas for the time being ā or, more accurately, Iād rather write about my most recent trip than the other topics waiting in the queue. This past week I was in Lund and Helsingborg ā both of which were lovely, with the small inconvenience of pouring rain. In any case, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and would like to share the few photos which arenāt completely destroyed by grey skies.
Lund is one of the oldest cities in Sweden, with a cathedral that dates back to the 12th century. Itās a little worn by rain, but nevertheless imposing.
The university, Iāve been told, is one of the most international-friendly, and I did hear English spoken a lot more widely than even in Aarhus.
Kungshuset, which is currently the Department of Philosophy, was built in the late 16th century and was the original library for the university when it opened in 1666.
The University Library is one of the oldest and largest in Sweden, keeping a copy of everything published in the country ā much like the British Library in London.
I unfortunately saw even less of Helsingborg, as the rain prevented us from walking around too extensively. My friend lamented the weather, claiming that Helsingborg is the resort town of Sweden ā he called it the āSwedish Miamiā.
I can, however, offer a rather rain-affected image of Helsingborg from the 14th century Danish fortress occupying the tallest spot in the city ā and, of course, the fortress itself.Ā
I may be overdoing it on the films lately, but this oneās a short documentary about one of Latviaās most famous actresses - Vija Artmane. The actual film is not the best, in my personal opinion, but her strength is astounding. She will forever be an icon.
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I had this dream last night in which I came up with the perfect idea for a new post - and of course forgot all about it come morning. Now, despite the fact that it's highly disturbing that I've started to dream about blogging, IĀ doĀ have a topic up for discussion. Let us concentrate today on one of the most beautiful places I have ever visited - the appropriately-named Isola Bella on Lago Maggiore.
Isola Bella used to be a fishing village until the 17th century, when it became the site of the House of Borromeo's new villa. The palace even hosted Napoleon himself in later years, and the bed upon which he and Josephine slept is available for public appraisal to this day.
In my view, everything about the island is magnificent - the trees growing in the water, the simple design of the palace from the outside and the overwhelming beauty within, and the immaculate gardens with their white peacocks. The following photographs do not do the vision justice, but as the Borromeo family is unlikely to put the property for sale in the foreseeable future - and if they did, I'm not yet a billionaire - they're all I have to offer.
So, my message is clear - visit if you have the chance. I'll definitely be coming back someday.
Oh, and in closing, can we just stop to admire Beatrice Borromeo? I don't know much about her, but the brief summary of her accomplishments I've come across is telling - in addition to being absolutely gorgeous and dating Pierre Casiraghi, she's got an MA from Columbia and has interviewed a number of influential and inspiring public figures. Do you think my flattery will convince her to sign over Isola Bella? No?
While I ponder on what to entice you with next, take a look at this seminal late-Soviet film on Latvian youth by Juris Podnieks. This is the Russian-dubbed version, but the same website offers the original Latvian for those interested.
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I recall promising accounts of my travels, and until now ā I had not delivered. That, my friends, is about to change, and I hereby dedicate this post to my most recent ā and hence most fresh in my mind ā visit. The location? Those of you to whom I have recounted the story will recognise the reference ā āVancouver, B.C.ā
Though Iād lived there for almost two years, I never considered Vancouver a prime tourist destination, and it took a two-week trip four years later to drastically change my mind. I admit ā I severely misjudged my former host city.
In addition to seeing friends and having a good time in the social sense, I looked upon Vancouver with fresh eyes, unburdened by teenage angst and the despair of leaving my beloved Riga. As a tourist, I was not disappointed.
When I was quite a bit younger, I lived in Tennessee, in the United States, and was best friends with a classmate of mine called Halle. Two or three years ago, Facebook reunited us and we were able to meet for the first time in a decade. The setting for our reunion? Beautiful British Columbia. As Halle hadnāt been to Vancouver, we immediately set to visiting all the attractions. Our first evening was spent exploring downtown, Gastown, and Chinatown, before venturing into Steveston to watch the sunset.
We began with a tour of the area in the immediate vicinity of our hostel, which was on Granville and Nelson, and sought out the central Vancouver Public Library, which was completed in 1995 and resembles the Coliseum in Rome. Halle and I were very impressed with the word installation assembled nearby.
Likewise, the graffiti covering the alley walls on the way to Gastown left an imprint in our memory, as they were incredibly detailed and well-done. Vancouver clearly dedicates a lot of space to urban art, and the efforts are not in vain.
In Gastown, one of the main sights is the worldās first steam-powered clock, which continues to attract fascinated passersby to this day.
Chinatown offers urban tranquillity and beautiful backdrops for graduating class photo sessions (in my case, at least) at Dr Sun Yat-Sen Park.
When looking for stunning views of the sun setting into the mountains, look no further than Steveston ā which, despite perhaps being an unorthodox place to watch this phenomenon for the average tourist, nevertheless did not disappoint.
The next morning, we got up early and took a walk from our downtown-located hostel to Stanley Park, where we had arranged to rent bicycles. Though it may come as a surprise, I hadnāt actually been to the Park before (though my mother insists I have ā sheās mistaken), so its stunning views and crisp air managed to overwhelm the senses.
I also fell in love ā with a rock.
Having strolled along the seawall, Halle and I decided to journey to North Vancouver for an evening visit to Grouse Mountain. We couldnāt stop exclaiming at the sights, which included a playful grizzly bear fight and the entirety of Vancouver spread out beneath us. Unfortunately, my camera died right as we were reaching the peak, so the only photograph I can offer is of one of the bear brothers.
On the next day, enthused by our first experience of Canadian nature, we headed to Lynn Valley, having been told it would be equally beautiful and indeed cheaper than to go to the Capilano Suspension Bridge. Again, we were not disappointed, spending at least two hours wading through the river and exploring the forest.
Taking a bit of a risk, we took to the forest edge to observe the clear water of the 30-foot pool from above, and were rewarded with this view.
We returned to Steveston for our last evening together, indulging in frozen yoghourt and a walk along the docks. I am much indebted to Halle for her company and enthusiasm in discovering what is, admittedly, only the surface of what Vancouver has to offer.