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It’s hard to find time to meet Rūta because she works six days a week and goes home on Sunday to help out on the farm she grew up on. This entails working the fields, harvesting honey, milking the cow and entertaining her favourite, and a variety of other farm works. "The last time I tried to take a holiday and leave the country my grandma died as soon as I arrived, so now I don’t take holidays anymore." When she was a student, she lived on the top floor of a 16-story building without an elevator: once when money got short she helped a friend from the village, who works as a stripper, run a bus to drive around some Danish clients and translate between the workers and the men. The thirty euros they made covered a sack of potatoes and booze for two weeks. Later one of the men from the bus looked for people to work for him at her university, and now she works a customer service job. She makes more than her veterinarian mum and electrician dad back in the village combined.
"Farm animals are the better pets, the people who live in the city don’t understand." In her free time she smokes or drinks or masturbates to make the depression go away. "Doesn’t everyone?" Her grandma was a witch and spirituality runs in the women of the family. She doesn’t like taking cabs because a driver locked the doors until she’d suck him, and doesn’t like taking the bus because an old man masturbated and came on her. "I like walking." Her village friend now is married to a former client and lives in Luxemburg. Her dad got very drunk at a family fest once but still insisted that none of the sober women drive in his stead. She feels there’s no home and no belonging in the city. "I’m so used to the lack of sleep that I don’t feel the time pass."
She worries that I won’t like the cheese she makes for me one weekend because it’s not like the kind you get from the supermarket. She used to got to more punk and goth shows but stopped when she kept on getting assaulted. I say I don’t think it’s normal for a man to beat his girlfriend, "I guess there are no normal people in Lithuania then." We walk the hills around Vilnius, which are almost like a forest, but there are no animals.