HABITATSOCIETYCHILDHOOD
Definition. Personal experience. This category shares some retrospective, intimate stories and reflects on how inhabitants claim their space within the community.

We used to have fun by calling everyone. All phone numbers were similar, but only one or two numbers were different. So, we called and talked nonsense. Sometimes people on the other end recognized us. We thought we were in deep shit.

Kate

Mostly I remember mischief – ringing bells and running away, etc.

Anita

When it rained my brother and I went to the yard wearing swimming trunks and played in the industrial lakes and stood under the drain’s urban waterfalls.

Martins

I have lots of good memories, who mostly about yards and neighbour kids... we had a friendly community. New games every day... we hang out no matter the age, we built forts and we rescued a dog’s Zuze’s puppies from the street sweeper, who wanted to drown them, we collectively took care of them...

Olga

Oldest teenagers drew lines in the yard, they made paper licenses and when you passed the exam, you could drive in the “town”. They themselves were milicija (the police). We climbed upstairs to the roofs of five-storey houses. We acted like we’re cool and tried to go as close to the edge as possible.

Janis

The sense of community, at least in childhood. Everyone was friends within the “courtyard”. It was a whole other world. Kids from other yards didn’t get into this world.

Anete

You feel better in your own district, trees and flowers smell like always and you feel peace of mind when walking through the yard late at night. Nostalgia about childhood in the yard and people, who were around you.

Liga

In childhood they were doing improvements in the yard in 2001, my friend and I played in construction pits. It was fun.

Anda

Games with Latvian/Russian kids in one company.

Agnese

The basement seemed enticing and something amusingly unusual, the same as the attic. The attic was meant for drying the laundry, but they soon locked them unused. It was different with the basements. One stray cat had kittens there. Once the basement door was unlocked, we ran to look at them. One day we snuck in, to visit the kittens. We played with them, but when we went upstairs, we found out we are locked in the basement. I thought it is the end of the world. My introverted inner Latvian didn’t know how to solve this situation, I froze in fear. Thankfully, I was with two Russian girls, who mentality didn’t get confused in this situation. They both started to bang on the door and yell for someone to open it. A neighbour was passing by and left us out loudly scolding us “It’s your own fault you went inside.” Totally embarrassed and with a trembling heart I went into my flat. I didn’t want to go outside for a long time. But my curiosity about the basement vanished forever.

Liga

The yard is like a childhood world.

Davis

In childhood seemed like a huge adventure finding stairwell, where the upstairs floor had an open hatch to the roof. Climb upstairs and sit there, hanging out.

Alina

There’s a beach under the asphalt – it made me a person, who learned to dream big in spite of external conditions and daunting concrete life.

Mara

Kids from one blockhouse were in a team against other kids from another blockhouse. We played games together. Invariably most of the kids gathered together and played games.

Atis

Courtyard life was a big part of childhood. I was running around with friends from early morning till late evening, playing all sorts of games. It was very cool. I don’t think that I missed out on something in my childhood because I spent time on the concrete of the blockhouse yards.

Anete

Ring the neighbour’s doorbell and run away.

Sabine

In childhood, I visited my cousins in Purvciems. Of course, we went outside playing at the scant playgrounds, with one marked swing left (always occupied) and some kind of soviet climbing bar. but we got bored soon, so we found ourselves our own “playground,” which was a big, fallen willow tree. We climbed it and played there for days – we spent our summers on this willow!

Santa

Every evening we spent in the courtyard on playground slides.

Zane

As children, we went to my brother’s friend’s house, and we built many shapes from matches and burnt them on the balcony. Or shoot them over the balcony. The same friend made moonshine on the balcony.
He was 12.

Aina

When I still lived in the district, I was very keen to be grown so that I could be in the company, who played Baltic billiards in the evening, but I didn’t get to do it. I don’t know whether those are the same people, but they still play it in the courtyard every summer evening.

Liga

share your experience  share your experience  share your experience  share your experience  share your experience  share your experience  share your experience

share your experience  share your experience  share your experience  share your experience  share your experience  share your experience  share your experience I

SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORY

SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORY SUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORYSUBMIT YOUR STORY

REFLECTION ON SELF
by Ilva Skulte

Paradoxical joy

vvvvDuring the 80s, there was a popular song in Latvia with the lyrics by the famous poet at the time, Leons Briedis: “through seven gates it shall come / the joy of people can come in / who knows, maybe a time will come / when your joy is your enemy.”
vvvvIt was a time when I couldn’t fall asleep – I struggled with fear of the unknown, who was flashing the light in the dark windows of the opposite school; I couldn’t open my ears when I heard the terrible howling of the hound of the Baskervilles from my neighbours’ TV (everyone was watching the soviet adaptation of Sherlock Holmes series) and I was frightened of nuclear war as every other kid born in the 80s – my fears were almost morbid, they pursued me also during the day like the Erinyes resulting from the social and technological progress. Therefore, the awareness practice of the direct, sensitively separate bodily influences was, in a sense – the source of joy. My premises 50m2, 2.5 m. My 3+9+9+9+9 steps. My metal door handles and room doors with glass windows. Finnish architect Juhani Pallasmaa talks about how the power of architecture enhances the actual experience and simultaneously signifies the meaning of environmental, social, family-oriented, interpersonal, and individual aspects in the memories of atmosphere, which then shapes our irrational, emotional, indescribable attitude towards spaces and places that we inevitably fill with variations of behaviour and feelings, stories, and doings1. In combination with hidden fear and the superficial asceticism of the soviet block of flats… Somewhat was a collective joy. Unlike expected, this feeling is not false, but real and pure.
vvvvThe environment where I grew up was quite beneficial and generally enabling – my home. This environment could be changed, although only in the parameters of the standard – it means that most flats where I lived or had visited were a standard type, it
was something impersonal and, in some way, unsteady, ephemeral. The easiness that you have with electricity, cars and washing machine… And the emotional spectrum, which is present during every growing-up and identity-forming phase, in my case, was toned-down expectations – maybe anxiety, maybe joy. The joy that is necessary for survival and, in some paradoxical way, is also the opposite and external part of fear, my enemy. It is a joy of modernism – the counterpart of the unknown world full of rational logic.
vvvvMaybe the first habitants of this house brought joy in the 60s of the 20th Century. Then modernism came massively into everyday life – refrigerators, TVs, cars, and filming cameras. For most newcomers, they were substantial improvements in life – water supply, central heating, sewerage in houses, a shop nearby the home, a playground, and a playing field… It was a huge breakthrough for a post-war generation who went to school for several kilometers every day with paper briefcases and handmade shoes with rubber soles from old tires. This generation's joy (of survival) was this mysterious symbol kept in photos – the crumbled environment of the new districts then. Yes, it was in a way a social joy, which was rooted in the collective spirit that was evidently supported by the soviet ideology of the time. But it was also an energy one could use to make his life’s world, to maintain together (or not maintain together) the stairwell, plant trees near the building, and raise the future – the yard children. And focusing on the future this joy functioned as a reason not to pay attention to cultural prejudices and stereotypes that lived in these narrow walls of everyday life of the community. And maybe now, when this motivation of joy has lost its direct influence in the consciousness of the residents, after changing generations and the sociocultural background, the paradox has emerged in the foreground.
ILVA SKULTE

Ilva has a degree in philology, she has worked in cultural journalism, and she’s a communication and media researcher at various Latvian universities. Associate Professor at the Riga Stradiņš University. Ilva also organizes workshops for contemporary cultural events.


1Pallasmaa, J. (2014). Space, place and atmosphere. Emotion and peripherical perception in architectural experience.
Lebenswelt. Aesthetics and philosophy of experience. (4).
← essay