She remembered the smell of popcorn and salt, not knowing which came from the snack bar and which from the waves licking the foundation of the Riga Splendid Palace. That was before the Great Melt. Now, at seventeen, she lived on a floating platform cobbled together from billboards, ferry seats, and the giant letter ‘K’ from a Jūrmala hotel sign.
She brought it up.
The Last Reel of Udens Pasaule