As an 8-year-old I was a bit embarrassed to hold hands with an absolute stranger back then. All of my siblings wanted to hold hands with our parents and somehow I ended up holding hands with an elderly man who asked my name afterwards and thanked me. He said he was going to remember this day and the person who he held hands with at Ķekava roundabout. 25 years later i’d like to thank him for making me proud of having been a part of the Baltic Way. If he is still alive. Thank you.