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I am watching curiously the
places of my childhood that are now surrounded by strange people. I do not feel any need
to ask anyone anything. Nor do I hope for or demand anything. After all, it could well be
that the older people have been expelled from their home districts by Stalin like I have
been. The younger generation was born here like I was, too. The difference is that they
are now at home in Vyborg. I am not. In this picture I am close to the market place. The
Round Tower can be seen in the background. |