On friday 13th of march we’ve been to the northern side of the park territory, on the Dutch Cap, to do an unusual activity: explosion cleaning. Few days before a World War II Nazi bunker mysteriously exploded, leaving many debris of different shape and dimension on the shoreline. Police is still investigating. Continue reading
When we arrived in Karklė was a saturday evening, and the first thing I noticed were the tall trees that surrounded the road, and the lonely houses who looked lost and forgotten by a disappeared mankind. Just later I realized that there was actually nobody: not a soul watching outside a window, not a car on the street. Just me, Isaac and the silence; and maybe, with some imagination, the sound of the Baltic Sea singing behind the forest.