Crosses
Not far away, in fact you could see them, were crosses re-erected to the memory of those taken away to the Siberian camps, most to their deaths, at the hands of the Soviets. Was it coincidence, or a reminder–a lesson–that Vija's first, and only, memory of her father was her mother, Erna, pointing him out in the railway yard, led away to the trains for the men, even as he tried to join his family. "There's your father." We joined in the annual memorial service. Was it mere chance it happened to be that day? I think not.