RIGA

HATE

Last night, at about 7:30 o'clock, I looked into the face of hate.

I was heading toward a monument, when a skin head was approaching me. While approaching, he put on his ugliest grimace, and, at about 12 feet away, made a punch to indicate how he would love to punch me in the face.

I nodded to him and kept going.

It wasn't my intention to tour the city, something I never do when I arrive in a city at night, so I went home an hour or so afterwards.

Patrick Barry B.