Toris Laurinaitis
St Petersburg, Rusija
August 1939
Dear Diary,
Yes, the location is correct. My new home. Damn, I hate it already. Russia’s started something called ‘The Soviet Union’, or the USSR, under communism.
Communism!
Now, I’m no fascist but… no. Just no.
He’s already shipping my people out. To Siberia.
Estonia and Latvia are looking awful. All this is so hard on them, they’re just children. And my brothers, I guess.
I’m terrified. We’re not going to make it, are we? We’re such little nations these days, with basically no world influence.
Ah, I used to be so great…
I cannot help but worry that I will never get out, never be independent again. But right now, as Estonia said, my choices are Russia or Germany.
Communists or fascists.
Soviets or Nazis.
In so many ways they are alike.
Both tyrants.
Both power and land hungry
Both bad news for me.
And as I write this, by candlelight in the corner of my rom which I share with my brothers? (I’m not sure whether or not to call them this…) I cannot help but feel that the worst is yet to come…
