Latvian Dissident

A common bar in Old Riga. It's the beginning of summer with an unusually high temperature for Latvia. A thin, sunken in himself individual is sitting near one of the tables placed directly on the pavement of Dome Square. Hair, grey and thinning, once a sportsmanlike figure weighted down by age, achievements and adversities, and slightly bent, his appearance is very ordinary. Even his clothes fail to single him out among the foreign tourists and business people in their sharp suits. It seems...