the annual linkuva street fair

festival time in Linkuva. I've sat next to a woman who smelt of moth balls on the bus. I try to remain inconspicuous. Small camera in pocket, laptop nowhere to be seen, smile, nod, labas, hello, yes, da...
I've played pictionary with a priest and found my way to the cemetery. I've walked amongst old crosses and took photos of storks with nests on telephone poles. I've seen the pope in purple parade down the street with excited smug children by his side.
90's techno competes with a whistle -smells of dung and wood-chips - overweight beige pants clutching salticrax and green balloons. It's Sunday today.