Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Memorial Day weekend, Lithuanian style


This Memorial Day weekend is the first long(ish) holiday for us since we arrived in Vilnius three weeks ago. Due to several reasons, however, we've chosen to stay in town for the three-day break. For one thing, our car hasn't been registered yet with the relevant authorities, so driving out of town isn't an option. For another, my daughter was invited to a classmate's birthday party on Sunday, so we didn't want her to miss an opportunity to get to know the other kids at school a little better, especially before the summer break. And speaking of school, while the embassy got the day off on Monday, Amber's school held classes as usual, and she might as well spend as much time there as possible in the roughly two weeks she has left before the end of the term. So for this Memorial Day, at least, we stayed close, but not necessarily at home.

Saturday, for example, was just too beautiful a day to pass up by staying indoors, so the three of us walked into Old Town, beginning our afternoon there with lunch at a recently-opened rāmen ラーメン restaurant on L. Stuokos-Gucevičiaus gatvė (so new, in fact, that I can't recall its name and I couldn't see it on Google Maps' street view). The Sapporo Miso Ramen 札幌味噌ラーメン and locally-brewed Dubbel beer were pretty good, and further evidence to recent arrivals such as us that Vilnius' dining scene is much more than the beets and potatoes that my wife was fearing would be our only options when eating out:



Although we stayed in town this weekend, Vilnius was playing host to the Skamba Skamba Kankliai, an annual festival that was first held in 1973, and is considered "one of the very few authentic festivals of folk music in Europe" (according to the embassy's in-house blog). The plaza in front of the office of the president of the Republic of Lithuania was lined with stalls selling arts and crafts, clothing, food and drink:




Visitors could walk right up to the entrance of the presidential palace while they browsed the stalls and listened to renditions of ethnic music. In fact, I didn't see a single police officer while we were there. I couldn't imagine such an event being held on the grounds of the White House, which could be taken as a sad commentary on the state of...let's just say I couldn't see something like this happening on the South Lawn and leave it at that:


Onstage, a group of singers sang folk songs and performed traditional dances. Appreciation and respect for such traditions appear to be very strong in Lithuania, an expression of pride felt by a small nation that has only recently emerged from a long period of Russian/Soviet domination and suppression:



While Amber and I listened to the music, Shu-E continued checking out the stalls, finally buying a book in Lithuanian picturing various dishes from around Europe:


Enjoying a local dark beer while a group of performers gathered together after their turn on the stage:


One of the singers came over and shared some homemade hooch with my wife and me. His English was limited, but he was able to convey that this particular kind of alcohol was 55-proof, a fact which I could confirm after a few shots:


Feeling the buzz, I staggered out of the plaza, and headed with my wife and daughter to see what is considered by some to be the most beautiful church in Vilnius, St. Anne's Church:


The story goes that Napoleon wanted to bring the Church of St. Anne back to Paris as his Grand Army was passing through Vilnius following its disastrous invasion of Russia, so charmed was he by the 15th-century Gothic arches, brick and glass. There are apparently 33 different kinds of brick used in its construction:



The free-standing bell tower to the right of the church dates from the 1870's:


Inside St. Anne's Church are three Baroque-style altars:



Looming behind St. Anne's is the fortress-like Bernadine Church & Monastery, the construction of which started around 1525. The church was closed in 1863 following an uprising against Tsarist rule, serving as barracks for Russian troops. During Soviet times, the building became a warehouse, but the Bernadine community was able to regain and restore the church following Lithuania's independence from the U.S.S.R.:


A wedding ceremony was being held as we walked inside. A series of Baroque-style wooden altars and confessionals were added to the interior in the 1770's, but only the main altar remains today:


The frescoes inside date from the 16th-century: 




Outside stands a statue of the Polish Romantic poet Adam Mickiewicz, whose poems hark back to an idyllic Lithuania (he was born in 1798, three years after the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth was partitioned among the Austrians, Prussians and Russians). His greatest work Pan Tadeusz begins with these words:

Oh Lithuania, my country, thou art like good health; I never knew till now how precious, till I lost thee



It was getting late in the afternoon as we walked away from Bernadine Church, over toward the tourist-friendly Pilies Street and then through Cathedral Square, before reaching Gedimino prospektas. There, on the pedestrian-friendly Vilniaus gatvė side street, Amber and I purchased some traditional mutton and veggie pastries known as kibinai from Senoji Kibininė, taking them home to snack on for dinner (Shu-E, feeling less adventurous, preferred to pick up some noodles from a Chinese-style place across the road):



After dinner, my daughter and I went out in the bright sunlight (even though it was after 8pm) in search of some pigeons to feed. The birds were apparently already in bed (though a lone duck did waddle over to us while we were sitting down for some free handouts), but Amber enjoyed rolling down a hill, and both of us sat back and took in the spectacle of hot-air balloons flying by as the day was coming to a close. One could get used to this way of life:



Sunday wasn't quite as active, namely because of the aforementioned classmate's birthday party, which entailed two thirty-minute round-trip cab rides from the embassy to the suburbs and back (nice house, though). While Amber was eating cake and ice cream, and racing go-karts, the wife and I used the free afternoon to do some grocery shopping (ah, married life). I did, however, take advantage of the opportunity to buy some more Lithuanian beers. I haven't been here long enough, nor have I drunk enough yet, to be able to separate the good from the bad and the ugly solely on label, name and origin recognition, but I'm more than willing to try:


After dinner, while my daughter was getting for bed, I took a long walk, exploring new surroundings. I passed by, through or crossed over historic-looking churches, Soviet-era buildings, a pair of bridges and a shopping center. The hot-air balloons, as usual, floated overhead in the late-evening-but-still- bright sky. I haven't bothered to label the photos below as there will plenty of time to check out these places again in the future:







With Amber at school on Memorial Day (and I having to get up at 6:30 in the morning on a holiday to make sure she had breakfast, got dressed and made it to the bus stop in time), Shu-E and I ventured back into Old Town for a few hours in the late morning/early afternoon. Asian was the theme again for lunch, this time at a Korean restaurant called JHK & DD's place, on Vokiečių g. Towards the end of our meal, a large Korean tour group came into the restaurant for lunch, leaving me once again shaking my head at why so many Asian tourists will travel thousands of miles to a experience a different country and culture, only to eat the same kinds of food that they frequently have back home. Then again, many Brits and Yanks aren't that much better when they go overseas, so...:




Strolling through Old Town on a surprisingly warm day, we popped into Lino ir Gintaro Studija, a homewares shop on narrow Stiklių gatvė, to do the first of what I intend to be a souvenir-shopping binge while we're in Lithuania. We ended up coming away with a set of hers-and-his towels:




After an early afternoon break for coffee and caramel cake (me) and a glass of white wine (her), we returned to the compound to await our daughter's arrival home from school. And thus completed our first three-day weekend in Vilnius.

Did I mention that I could get used to this Euro way of living?


Immeasurable thanks go out to our sponsors in Vilnius, Heidi and Somerville, seen here with their young son William. They not only made sure our temporary quarters were stocked with food and other essentials before our arrival, but they went out of their way to show us around the neighborhood and to answer our innumerable questions about daily life in Vilnius. We'll be moving into their apartment after they leave Lithuania, but I hope our paths will cross again at some point in the future.

 















Monday, May 23, 2016

A weekend of contrasts


As the title of post hopefully suggests, we experienced two contrasting sides of Lithuania this weekend. Yesterday (Saturday) the brighter side of life in Vilnius was on view, as we spent a relaxing afternoon simply wandering about. Just down the road from our temporary quarters is the monument to Frank Zappa, one of the two coolest things about Lithuania (the other is its historical status of being the last pagan country in Europe). The statue, the first of Moon Unit's father put up anywhere in the world, was created by a sculptor whose previous works had been of Lenin and other comrades. As for the connection between Zappa and Lithuania, as far as I know there isn't one:



Unusually for this family of carnivores, lunch was a vegetarian treat at a restaurant on Gedimino prospektas called Radharanė. The kofta, deep fried paneer-spinach balls, with basmati rice and salad (and washed down with strawberry lemonade), almost made me change my dietary convictions:



Yesterday was International Street Musician's Day, and seemingly on almost every corner in Vilnius' Old Town there were performers doing their thing - from child violin prodigies to earnest folk musicians to hard rock groups doing covers of Rage Against the Machine songs that were probably recorded before they were born (my gawd, am I really that old now?):



With generally good weather apart from a brief spot of mildly heavy rain, and people out enjoying the music on the cobblestone streets, this was European living at its finest, I thought, as I sat back with a beer at an outdoor cafe, watching the party bike pedal by and making mental notes of sightseeing spots to visit on future weekend outings:



But though it's an undeniably beautiful continent, there's also a dark side, a region the soil of which has been thoroughly soaked in blood and suffering over the centuries. And the worst moments in European history occurred in the not-too-distant past. Lithuania is no exception, and today (Sunday) the three of us made a sobering pilgrimage to Paneriai, a short train ride from Vilnius. The outing nonetheless kicked off on a lighthearted foot, with my daughter being amused by an odd statue next to the station platform, and our my excitement over our first train ride in Lithuania:



The tickets were cheap (only €0.60 each, about 70¢), and the train was clean, modern and punctual. The ride itself took only eight minutes, and yet as we got off at the unmanned Paneriai Station, we were already in the countryside. Our destination was 960 meters (0.6 miles) away, along a quiet, tree-lined road:


The scenery of the rural road made it all the harder to believe that Paneriai was the site of the Ponary massacre which took place during the Second World War. It was here that around 100,000 people were murdered by the Nazis (and a squad of Lithuanians) between June 1941 and June 1944. 70% of the victims were Jewish, with the rest including Poles, Soviet POW's, Roma and about 500 Catholic priests. We entered the Paneriai Holocaust Memorial (free) and approached the first of two monuments to the victims of the massacre, topped with the Star of David (and erected only in 1991, after Lithuania had freed itself from Soviet occupation):


The rear of the monument has one of the few English inscriptions in the memorial, with everything else being in Lithuanian and Russian (I did pick up an informative English-language pamphlet at the on-site museum). Vilnius had a thriving Jewish community, one of the largest in Europe, prior to the German invasion of the Soviet Union, but it was almost completely wiped out by the Nazis and their local collaborators:


The other main monument had been put up in 1948.  Marked with a Soviet star, it's dedicated to the "victims of Fascist terror" (pointedly ignoring the fact that the overwhelming majority of the dead here were Jews). At the time the killings began in 1941, Lithuania (along with Latvia and Estonia) was part of the U.S.S.R., having been annexed by the Soviets a year earlier as part of the secret protocols of the notorious Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact, and the victims were considered to be Soviet citizens:


The Paneriai Museum is small, but it tells in graphic and moving detail the horrifying story of what happened in these once-peaceful woods, with informative English captions. Most heart-wrenching was the description of the cold-hearted executions of children. The museum tells a story that needs to be told so that nothing like what happened there should ever occur again:



From the museum, we walked around the grounds of the memorial. After the Soviet takeover of Lithuania, the area was intended to be the site of an oil storage facility, and the Nazis took advantage of the pits that had been excavated for the purposes of storing oil tanks to dispose of the bodies of those they had executed. In this pit were stored the victims' clothing, footwear and personal belongings:


As the Red Army approached in the late spring and early summer of 1944, the Germans were desperate to hide the evidence of the crimes they had committed. Slave laborers were used to dig up the corpses and then burn them in order to eradicate all traces of the massacre. This is one of the pits where the bodies were incinerated:


This was the biggest of the massacre pits. As the Lonely Planet Estonia, Latvia & Lithuania guidebook describes the process:

The Nazis lined up their victims 10 at a time and shot them in the back of the head, allowing the corpses to simply fall into the pits. Several hundred people a day could be killed in this way. The bodies were then covered in sand to await the next layer.

The executions were carried out by the Einsatzkommando 9 SS killing unit, overseeing the work of the Lithuanian Ypatingasis būrys special platoon:  


Amber gives a clearer idea of just how large this pit was:


My daughter looks at the pit where prisoners from the Vilnius Jewish ghetto, including hospital patients and medical staff, the elderly and children from orphanages, were shot to death. I debated whether or not Amber should visit a place such as Paneriai, but in the end I decided that she was at the age where she should no longer be shielded from the terrible things that human beings do to each other, that she needs to become aware of what can happen when people give in to their fears, hatreds and prejudices, and blindly follow demagogues (sound familiar in this election season?). Throughout our visit, she maintained a respectful silence, and when I asked her several times how she was feeling, she said that everything was fine. I noticed, however, that she didn't spend much time in the museum:


Another pit that was used to burn corpses. It was also the site where 80 prisoners from the burner's brigade were kept. Beginning in February 1944 they started to dig a 30 meter-long (98 feet) underground passageway. On April 15, 1944 12 of the prisoners were able to escape by using the tunnel:


A memorial to Lithuanians killed in 1941 and erected in 1991. The large stone that can be seen in the background is a memorial to Red Army soldiers who were starved to death at that site in 1941:


There were only a handful of other visitors at the Paneriai Memorial this afternoon. The woods were quiet, save for the sounds of birds. It seems like it would be a nice place for a leisurely stroll through the forest, and it was hard to believe that here had been the site of so much death and suffering a mere three-quarters of a century ago. 100,000 people...:


A cross and memorial to the Polish victims who died here. Although Lithuania was an independent nation during the period between the two world wars (1918-1939), Vilnius was actually under Polish administration during that time, only being returned to Lithuanian control after the Soviet conquest of eastern Poland in 1939 and annexation of the Baltic republics in 1940. Even today there are more native Polish-speakers than Russians in Lithuania, a situation very different from neighbors Latvia and Estonia, where the ethnic Russian population in those countries numbers more than 25%:


This final memorial stone is dedicated to a typographer who promoted a banned Lithuanian-language journal. He and his family were executed in August 1941. The train tracks are visible in the background:


Behind the sign is a canal where doomed prisoners waited their turns to be killed:


After visiting the Paneriai Memorial, we caught the train back to Vilnius, had lunch in a cafe inside the train station, did some shopping at a supermarket across the road and then took a bus back to our neighborhood. We were back in the present, and life quickly returned to normal. Europe today (Lithuania included) is a prosperous and peaceful place, its residents enjoying a standard of living and quality of life that attracts people from all corners of the globe. A unified Europe has made a great deal of progress since the horrors of Nazism and, more recently, Communism came to an end.  But the scars remain, and they need to been seen and to be remembered. In the weeks and months to come, I hope to enjoy many of the sights of this beautiful country. But at the same time I don't intend to shy away from the memorials and monuments to the atrocities of the not-so-recent past. Lithuania, in particular, has several sites dedicated to the horrors not just of the Nazis, but of the Soviets as well. May we never forget, so that what happened will never be repeated, neither here nor in any other part of the world...