“We try to hide it every way we can, but it always comes out, the lyricism. A Lithuanian connot live without nature. You can’t detach him from the wide, green fields, from the brooks, the snow, the cobwebs flying through the air in late September, or from his forests, fragrant with moss and beries.”

“We try to hide it every way we can, but it always comes out, the lyricism. A Lithuanian connot live without nature. You can’t detach him from the wide, green fields, from the brooks, the snow, the cobwebs flying through the air in late September, or from his forests, fragrant with moss and beries.”

— Jonas Mekas