"Today is the Easter of the blessed, or as they also call it Low Sunday. And in our, Latgalian tradition there should be at least twelve at the table. Then Christ will also to be with us. My name is Clementy Petrus Kimm. My home is Latvia. In 1905 I struggled fot the revolution, in 1907 got here just for that... Worked. I logged the cottage with my own hands, set up the house, brought the children up and put them on their legs. I had everything. But now the sons... God knows whether they'll come back. Daughters-in-law, grandchildren... It's difficult to live without the farm! But we don't complain and reverence the tradition; and today there will be twelve at the table.
(For good measure, there were two wood-cutter boys, deaf and dumb Tartar tailor and I.)
Russian cabbage soup with a pig head was so rich that you might die of excitement after just smelling it!
But I suddenly felt weakness. I wished to cry, "I want fries!" But I realised that I am dizzy and would fall asleep now.