Reading about Siauliai on Wikipedia made my heart weep. This was probably the unluckiest town I had ever heard of:
burnt down several times, hit by the plague, plundered by the swedish troops and majorly affected by both world wars, the people there and their ancestors must have seen the worst.
Arriving in Siauliai by bus from Riga, the view made me feel sad again:
due to the fires and the wars, almost all buildings had been burnt down and were replaced by industrialized apartment blocks.
This is kind of a bad way to start a story, but that's just what it was. A moment when I couldn't talk and just looked around me with my jaw dropped, almost forgetting to breathe.