Photo by Liuda Brogiene.

The Privilege of Being Born in the Lithuanian SSR

I was born in Šiauliai, Lithuanian SSR. My first memory is playing kanklės (a traditional plucked string instrument) and singing my then-favourite lament about heartbreak and the brutality of the sea. My mum was clinging to the TV. It was January 13, 1991, and my civilian, unarmed dad was defending the Vilnius TV tower against Soviet tanks.

From Global Extreme Poverty by Max Roser and Esteban Ortiz-Ospina. Our World in Data.

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