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Lina Buividavičiūtė

Helsinki syndrome I am accompanied by misfortune: I am a little white mouse. My sisters and my brothers – All gray little mice. Ramutė Skučaitė “Balta pelytė” [Little white mouse] I still foster revenge plans directed at my classmates who called me paper-loving rodent, four-eyes chernobyl. With real scholastic happiness I say: we are all

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Indrė Valantinaitė

I Woke up Knowing I saw the future like a bride under a veil that one is not allowed to raise. Light flooded through the stained-glass of my eyes becoming my religion. From that moment, it lives in the church of my body under the arches of my ribs. It sleeps there, breathing quickly, lying

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Grigory Kanovich

The Great Synagogue was filled with light. It seemed like the April morning sun had suddenly moved to illuminate the grand vaults of the holy prayer house. “Do you like this?” Grandma Rokha asked, bending over and whispering into my ear. “Yes, I do,” I said truthfully. “Will you tell that to your papa and

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