I’ve tried to reconcile these two worlds too many a time now.

In fact, I’ve been trying to do so ever since I entered law school in 2013, but especially since the dawn of my spiritual revival in the beginning of last year.

A reference has already been made here to the fact Lithuania prevents Lithuanian citizenship from holding another one.

This is but one of the many facets of their administration, and, as a whole, their legal system that is yet to be explored by me in its profundity.

They seem to have a magic card granted to residents of the country that allows them to sign contracts wih Telia (and maybe other operators), and with SEB without having to pay an additional fee of 100 euros which actually my other Hungarian colleague (or my only Hungarian colleague for the time being) managed to dodge and, what is more important, taught me how to dodge.

Cotnract with internet providers can only be signed by LT citizens, but a modem can be bought without being a citizen of the country.

Labour law seems even more excitng.

But the traffic code takes it all. People usually wait for the green lights, and this goes for all but everyone, and so it goes for drivers having to stop at zebras.

But there is something more to that. Something that kind of explains why pedestrians wait at traffic lights.

Sometimes drivers pass when it is red – they look around the way pedestrians usually do in such cases, and if there’s no one just passing, they do so.

But this seems to be accepted by locals with patience. On the other hand, I cannot say this is due to their being slow: people are usually in a hurry. Yet when I stopped a guy in a hurry last Saturday when following the instructions of the disoriented GoogleMaps, he stopped and googlemapped what I was asking him himself.

I don’t know if there is a law for all that or is it a result of a successful campaign – one more series of posters (yet another topic to be treated to a post dedicated only, or, at least, more than partially to it.) But it seems to work just fine and what more do you need?

Perhaps some poetry?

This whole city is like a peace of poetry, bearing the traits of a typical large provincial city in a former socialistic republic, including the Soviet Block made trolleybuses (similarly to Varna, they are Škodas, and similarly to Budapest which is not a provincial city, the new ones are Solaris), and I wouldn’t be surprised if Rebelheart’s Juodas Lietus was conceived here. I don’t think this was what Maironis was imagining while writing his poems of the unloved homeland, but be it as it may, even when the typical Baltic scent in the air is missing – which unfortunately happens more often than not – there is what to write about and to whom to write.

But for that, sufficient knowledge of the local language is required, and to that end, I keep putting myself into the embarassign situation of having to speak slowly just because I know if I don’t speak slowly I will never speak fast – thus enjoying for the first time in my life the situation of being a(n un(typical expat.

And, of course, I bought myself books in a local bookstore which I also obtained a loality card of.

I did the former following my friend Mindaugas’ advice, or, one might say, unfollowing it.

For I bought myself two books: the labour code and a collection of world classics of love poetry, the former originally written in Lithuanian, the latter translated into it.