Ričardas Šileika

is the fifth child in the family, the third brother. In his early days, he would clamber up a tall pear tree and watch another world from there. While at school, he had developed a successful shoplifting habit. He studied photography and librarianship. His spelling is nearly faultless, his enunciation exceptionally unskilled. He collects rusty scrap iron, he scatters the sands of the world, he makes postcards and sends them to his friends. Druskininkai and Nida are his two cosiest places to simply be.


Translated from the Lithuanian by Kotryna Garanašvili