The Murder Weapon Was a Candelabra

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People here in Latvia sure have come a long way since they finally got back their freedom. Living in Latvia during the Soviet occupation was no picnic. Living behind the Iron Curtain was a challenge in its own right. You either survived or you didn’t How did you survive? Just by living and doing everything according to the rules and doing whatever was asked of you. Always politely say yes, to the powers that be and never say no. Bad things happen when you refuse to bend to the rules. To this day I still don’t think names should be mentioned but this is now history and I can tell you this story. When I first heard all about the facts I thanked my lucky stars that I was born and raised in New York City. So in a way it was a blessing in disguise that my parents had to flee their homeland during WWII. There were people who could stay on but then they were suddenly thrown into a world that was completely strange to them. Some of my relatives were oppressed during this time and suffered terribly just because they didn’t want to conform. Such was the case with my cousin’s grandmother and her uncle or grandmother’s son. Her grandmother lived in Riga and at times my cousin would come to visit from the country and stay with her especially when she started going to university. Her grandmother’s son was a school teacher who didn’t want to join any of the Communism movement of that time. However he was not asked but it was suggested that he better join. Well he refused and as a result of which one day he was invited to what he thought was a party. He went and the supposed story is that he was drugged there and then hanged. That was most likely the truth. When he was found hanging it had to be called a suicide. His mother was devastated and the whole family was in shock. My cousin’s grandmother wasn’t about to take the death of her son lying down. She should have because the beating she got in a supposed robbery put her in the hospital. When she returned home to her apartment in Riga she was sadder but no wiser. Who or whatever was after silencing the truth reared its ugly head again. One day when my cousin couldn’t get in touch with her grandma she went to Riga to see what was up. What was up was that her grandma had had her head bashed in with a candelabra and she was dead. If you understand what I mean then we bury our dead silently. That took care of two people who apparently had gotten in the way of something. It was a time you saw no evil, spoke no evil, and never heard any evil and you kept your thoughts to yourself.