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Edgars Eglitis is a man of an age which could be called without much doubt, one that has surpassed youth and extended in to the years of the elderly yet despite or perhaps because of the hardships his life has endured; has learnt to appreciate everything he posses all the more. It being in wealth that he came to the world yet taken from him was what his inheritance of fortune and position ought to have been, as it was the Soviet Union and its system that sent not only him but his family to one of the many prison camps history came to dub as the Gulag. How cruel this system of the now perished Soviet Union had been to his country of Latvia and all its people, was something very few would ever fully realize; as to him it was something which had to be experienced only for a few days to get the notion of what real torture was about. Edgars Eglitis sensing that not even the Jewish horror at the holocaust which had not even been exclusive to their six million who perished but three million others who did likewise; could equal the suffering of his people.

 

Of course Stalin’s Soviet regime had not been as blatant about wanting the extermination of Latvians as Hitler had been about wanting that of not only the Hebrews but other groups such as gypsies, homosexuals which to his mind also disturbed what he considered to be the natural order of things yet the facts proved that contrary to wanting to help the people of Latvia. It was with desire which was completely diverse that its people were treated. How his nation had been deliberately repopulated with Russians while those from his own country had been either forcefully deported or sent to work camps. He, himself being to a certain extent fortunate enough to have been sent to the Gulag; for to the contrary the option was the one of execution which many a Latvian had been presented with. This was what Edgars had always wished the world to know and it was even with a small part of his earthly fortune that he had created and even sponsored “The Occupation Museum” in Riga; this being the capital city of his country which had gained its independence from the Soviet Union in 1991.

 

Life had shown him many hardships in those so called “labor camps” in which he had witnessed not only the death of his loving parents, who despite incredibly hard conditions had kept their decency and nobility which to a certain extent he felt had been the cause of their death but his brothers and to his equal sadness; the one whose photos he now kept framed in his office. It being not of the love of his life but the only one he would ever feel for to any degree of significance, for to him the image of his Annija hung not only from the walls of all the houses and places of business he owned but his very life. As rarely would his dreams not feature her in these photos as well as images of tenderness and sexuality which had been theirs even if for too brief a time. It was in a series of five photos which Annija had given him which to him symbolized all that had been the beauty in his life. As it was in these black and white images which portrayed her performing the art of ballet in a meadow that he had always found delight and all which to a large extent had eluded him in all other places save the grace of his Annija. Annija in these photos was displayed performing basic ballet posses yet to Edgars there was something angelical in her grace, as she with bare feet in her ballet costume surpassed all divinity or creature weather mortal or deity; as to him these photos meant more than a woman of beauty. It being the case that to Edgars these photos were the sole reason he had gone on living when many had simply thought it less sufferable to surrender to their inevitable fate, as to him these photos showed how beauty and above all a soul of true compassion could overcome adversity and above all the brutality that could be heaped upon it. It perhaps was in the way these photos depicted a liveliness radiating from Annija in the form of love for not only the moves she executed but for all the goodness of humanity which through out his life he had seen only in her.  The light was bright in these photos to the point of almost washing out all real detail yet his Annija could never be out shone by sun or any other force of nature; for she to him was one who in fact was the light of all grandness contained in the sensuous and at times frail body of his beloved, who he adored to an extreme that he had not even gazed upon another woman with as much as admiration since theirs was to depart.

 

Life had been atrocious to say the least in the frozen Siberian camps where so much had been lost and so many had been tortured to the point where very little of them remained or their humanity yet to a certain extent he was grateful to that world. As it had been there where he had learnt many a useful lesson on many things that included survival as well as what can not be taught any other way than experience. Edgars had been edified in that which he never thought he ever could be and that being in how to be completely and totally ruthless whenever a situation called for it or his desires to get ahead in life. This in a fashion that did not even permit the slightest space for remorse or compassion or interpretations of what might be moral or otherwise; for life he had seen with how much ease could be lost that it made it seem almost irrelevant who actually did the killing but ever important who benefited from it. This Edgards had learnt from the almost mindless prison guards who seemed to even take ecstasy from their duties that included torture and other acts of supreme human degradation.

 

Naturally, in the camps he had also been taught by the circumstances about that included labor days of 16 hours with meals of a mere piece of bread and a cup of water which was labeled as soup though all it contained that it might be considered as such were bits of often rotten fish. All of which making the figure of death a constant presence in the camps that served as home to many of his country men yet in all he had seen a spirit to continue in some made stronger by all that was to endure that included freezing cold temperatures with almost nothing in the way of clothes to protect one from it. This for above all Edgards had seen that humans can at the end of the day tolerate infinitely more than they believe themselves capable of yet other factors aside from spirit and sentiments for their love ones had aided those who did make it out alive. These factors being those which most prefer to ignore in themselves, specially if they be of tremendous influence as are blind bitter hatred bordering on detesting those they felt had led to them finding themselves in the prison camps.

 

Naturally, where abhorrence is a dominant tool of survival under extreme circumstance, it like other weapons is of little or no use if one does not have the knowledge of how it should be employed; for it like any other force needs to be controlled by common sense, deceit and above all the cunning which maintains it in stealth till the moment arrives for its full force to make its existence clear. It was these very traits he came upon in the prison camp from many of the other prisoners that permitted him to make full use of his detestation toward practically everything that surrounded him from the prison camp to the system known as gulag to guards whose mentality took glee from the misery of others to the nation known as the Soviet Union to the man; history would dub as “Stalin”. This name or title having been given on to himself by the Georgian, it meaning “man of steal”; for his name of birth had been Iossif Jugasvili.

 

It was thanks to several inmates whom he at first despised almost as much as the prison guards that he learnt to work with those whom he hated and use them for they surely would be doing the same on to him. It was thanks to them that he endured, for it was in them that he saw how to hide emotions to the point where they were kept so deep as to be like the treasure which only those with a map may ever locate. Naturally, in all this hate did not need to be taught to him; for this like all emotions was that which could not be passed on in the form of knowledge or purchased as merchandise; as it had to be felt to be possessed.

 

Edgars did make it out alive from the prison camp after which he was relocated to another part of the Soviet Union, where many a year passed before he was allowed to return to Latvia yet it was once home that contrary to defecting to the west the way many expected he would that he used all he had become in the prison camps. This being a man capable of all and refraining from nothing that would prevent him from getting his goal. He becoming a man who saw but ambition to be obtained by passion; where neither morality or being in the right mattered but the final goal which outweighed all else. It being through these tactics that included not only robbery but what at times could not be called other than cold blooded murder that he became a man of both enormous power and wealth in the Soviet Union. This before it, thanks in large part to him collapsed though in this he would proceed so indirectly as to make many of the believe his attempts had been to do the total opposite or at least till after the fact. Naturally, once Latvia was given back its right to exist he took its citizenship and left all the ways that had made him ever so powerful; for gone was the need to maintain it with ruthlessness but the business savvy he had picked up through out the years in his dealings with the west.

 

Edgars even coming to the realization that gone were the days of men of true power like Stalin, Hitler, Mussolini and many like them, for the world would no longer tolerate those who ruled in the mold of their own ideology with people being that which could be gotten rid of if they did not suit in their grand designs. Edgars had come to see however that power came not so much from the political machine Stalin had used but the fortune he had created which he on many on occasion used in the benefit of his country.

 

Edgars was extremely wealthy to the point of having his fortune be counted in the billions along with others the likes of Carlos Slim and Bill Gates yet his given how it had been made mostly through illegal sources was kept secret from most. It being kept in bank accounts in places where certain formalities did not apply. Personality wise, Edgars was in fact a very sweet man whose exterior demeanor was like his interior yet this did not mean he could not be as cruel and as calculating as even Stalin whenever life called upon him to be such.

 

Edgars in all truth had very few interests and activities to occupy him apart from adding to his business empire. As there were nor had there ever been any women in his life. This being what contributed to his not having any children of his own yet he did sponsor orphanages in his native Latvia. Edgards however did love the ballet yet this was because of his Annija, who before having had her life taken away from her by the Soviet Union had been a dazzling ballerina in her teens. How Edgards adored attending the ballet was something nobody around him was ever truly able to appreciate, for it brought back not only memories of the love of his life; Annija but her in a way back to life. It being as if the ballerinas he saw on stage ceased to be who they were and became Annija while he joined her in a dance that saw tears come to this man; whom could at times be brutal beyond almost imagination. Edgars going back in time in emotions which know not of spaces separated by years but experience the moment in the present which to him included joy, ecstasy and a sort of graceful state of elegance. This being precisely what he did whenever he attended the ballet which he did rarely as the emotions it created were of such strength that brought too heavy a price on his nervous, specially at his age that was well past his years of youth.

 

Edgars apart from ballet held no interests outside of work, for he cared not for anything else. He being one who chose to ignore sports, music and any source of entertainment though at times he did indulge in watching television though even this he limited to the news of the world and history related documentaries.

 

Looks wise, Edgars was the typical Latvian in many ways, him having the traditional features of his country that included the blonde hair along with blue eyes in a face that though not handsome was most gentle to gaze upon. This even if life had altered his look to include several hints of bitterness and rancor yet in all it was his Annija or the memory of her who saved him from loosing all of the humanity that had been so abundant in him before the Soviet Union had cast him in to it’s demoralizing system.

 

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