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The end of the world, seemingly forecast by Nostradamus for the last summer of the 20th century, thank God, never came. A week before the fatal date, the small nation of Livs in Latvia gathered for their annual festivity at the seashore (Lîvod Randa). They spoke their language and sang their songs. The film crew, Latvians by nationality, sadly contemplate the future of the Latvian language on the highways of Europe. |
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Supported by
National Film Centre of Latvia
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