My inglenook.

As any particular plans didn’t lie on my schedule for the weekend I prepared myself for exceedingly stodgy two days teaming up with bunch of books of the Dutch language.

(Somehow my teacher had the feeling that I am going to have an extra time for it so he didn’t hesitate to give me loads of homework, thanks buddy!)

Well…

How it turned out?

The Hague happens to be the capital city of the province of South Holland in the Netherlands and the third largest city  after Amsterdam and Rotterdam. It's the place where Latvian embassy is located and on Saturday at 12 AM the most firm Latvians from Amsterdam left their houses and went to vote for ONLY one official language of the state - Latvian.

Referendum to make Russian as the second official language is the consequence of Latvian inertness and tolerance. Does our culture have vanished under the Big Brother’s eye? Have we really gone that far?

Language shapes and limits our ideas. It is the conjunctive element of the State. It has to be ONE otherwise people will talk and listen differently. I still believe we are unified - we share a common language, culture, ethnicity, descent and history; we build our society being a component of it and how can you make a puzzle if the bits of it don’t match?

Referendum turned out to be spectacular ... results of it showed that people care, they finally exhibited attitude and somehow it just made me brood over values and importance of citizen’s duties.

Results: 74.8 percent of Latvian citizens were against the constitutional amendments.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that ... 

This weekend toped up every single spot of my heart with sincere laugh, affectionate music and people who taught to hear mellifluous sounding of the sun and the smell of earth after rain. Thank you, God. I eventually felt alive.

Oh., f … my homework! 

Agnes.