Walk on, then. Into the blue-grey. October 2026 | Rīga–Rēzekne–Rāzna–Daugavpils–Aglona–Jaunsloboda
I leave the bike at a wooden jetty near (Cloud Mountain). The hill is only 40 meters high, but from the top, Lake Rāzna spreads like a shattered mirror. Islands dot it – 13, according to legend, one for each of Christ’s disciples minus Judas. The water today is not blue. It is grey-blue , the color of a storm petrel’s wing, or a soldier’s winter coat. A cold wind from Belarus. I sit for an hour. No phone signal. No sound except the klunk-klunk of a distant fishing boat’s engine. latgale trip v3
An elder named Timofei invites me into his izba. He serves sbiten (a honey-spice tea) and shows me a handwritten prayer book from 1789. He asks: “Why do you come here, to the end of the road?” I say: “To understand slowness.” He nods. “Then you must stay three days. One day is curiosity. Three days is truth.” Walk on, then
But V3 is not about despair. The fortress’s eastern wing houses the – because Rothko, the abstract expressionist, was born in Daugavpils (then Dvinsk) in 1903. The centre’s current exhibition: “Black on Grey: The Latgale Years.” Rothko never painted Latgale directly, but his late, dark canvases – those floating rectangles of maroon, charcoal, and deep blue – are Latgale. They are the landscape of lakes under storm clouds, of faith without dogma, of silence that speaks. The hill is only 40 meters high, but