Like elsewhere, a Baltic flavour seeps into my favourite reading matter, the London Review of Books. It must be the cold. A quote from ‘I curse the river of time’, a novel by Per Petterson. The main character of is contemplating activities following the crushing of protests in Tiananmen Square. It seems opportune.
‘It felt strange to stand there shouting for democracy in the great country that had once been our Jerusalem…. thousands of us marched through the Oslo night with pictures on poles and black flags in the wind and black mourning bands around our arms and I remember thinking what do we do now?’
