{"id":4584,"date":"2023-06-26T12:08:33","date_gmt":"2023-06-26T16:08:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emu.edu\/now\/intercultural\/?p=4584"},"modified":"2023-06-26T12:08:33","modified_gmt":"2023-06-26T16:08:33","slug":"lithuania-baltic-states-tour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emu.edu\/now\/intercultural\/2023\/06\/26\/lithuania-baltic-states-tour\/","title":{"rendered":"Lithuania: Baltic states tour"},"content":{"rendered":"
From May 27 to June 4 we took a trip through Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia. We started by spending one night in Kaunas, Lithuania before going to Vilnius, Lithuania for about 3 days. Then, we traveled to Riga where we spent 2 nights before making our way to Tallinn, Estonia for 2 nights. Some students have written poems, reflections, and journals about their stays in each of the cities.<\/p>\n
Paneriai<\/p>\n
I love the woods, they\u2019re beautiful
\nThese woods look no different
\nThe crunch of your steps
\nSmell of the fresh air
\nLight in the trees
\nWind in the leaves
\nI could be happy to stay here forever if only it was by choice<\/p>\n
I stand at the edge of a pit, trying to grasp it\u2019s size
\nIf my singular body feels this small, how many did it take to fill it?
\nHow. many.
\nWho\u2019s parents, kids, cousins, friends or lovers?
\nWho
\nWere my ancestors here? Which end of the gun were they on?
\nDid they know when their last goodbye was?<\/p>\n
Villains tried to hide their sins but the earth remembers
\nThough the bodies are long gone the empty space remains
\nLush and green, dandelions full of unclaimed wishes
\nMother earth took what little they left of themselves and turned it into something beautiful
\nDoes she know who was here when she hugged them in her grasp?
\nDid she resist when they were ripped away?
\nA single candle lays at the bottom, the altar of death
\nOne candle for so many lives
\nI walk around the bottom, feeling the grass brush against my legs
\nIt\u2019s almost as though they are reaching out to be saved
\nWho is in this grass?
\nWho could they have been had they been given the chance?<\/p>\n
A camera has a lot of power and a picture is worth 1000 words,
\nYet I\u2019ve never felt so powerless and 1000 words doesn\u2019t feel like enough
\nNo amount of words or trick of the camera can portray the weight of this place
\nThere\u2019s normally so many songs running through my head but the air has stolen them
\nEven the saddest are full of too much hope
\nDoes everyone feel this, or do you need the history?<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t read the words left for those who were here, but maybe they\u2019re not meant for me
\nThis isn\u2019t my story, so what gives me the right to have power to tell the story of the powerless?
\nI don\u2019t have the skill to portray the weight that this place holds, and yet I can’t do nothing with it
\nHopefully all you need is air in your lungs and just a little bit of care
\nBecause that\u2019s all I have<\/p>\n