It was a sunny late October afternoon when we decided to visit the former concentration camp at Salaspils. It’s located only 20km from Riga and can be easily reached by taking bus No.18 to the last stop – or so we thought. The eccentric journey has been seared into our brains so permanently that even the ravages of age and disease could hardly erase its lasting impression.
Before we even left the Central Market bus stop on Gogoļa iela we were already bombarded by so many fascinating (and scary) people that we could write a book on their unusual appearance and behaviour alone. Indeed, if you’re low on cash during a visit to Riga you might consider the free entertainment provided at any random bus stop, but especially the ones in the Moscow district.
But just when we thought the worst was over, we heard an unpleasant and unmistakable sound behind us. An elderly lady quickly caught our attention. At first glance she actually looked quite normal, especially compared to the wretched examples of humanity queued up next to us. But after a small break of pleasant silence, we noticed that she wasn’t as innocent as we first suspected.