Publisher's Synopsis
'It's long been assumed of the region where my grandmother was born - that at some point each year the dead will come home' Inara Verzemnieks writes in this exquisite story of war, exile, and homecoming. Her grandmother's stories recalled the family farm left behind in Latvia, where, during WWII, her grandmother Livija and her grandmother's sister, Ausma, were separated. They would not see each other again for more than 50 years. Raised by her grandparents in the USA, Inara grew up among expatriates, scattering smuggled Latvian sand over the coffins of the dead, singing folk songs about a land she had never visited.