MUGGED

One of my younger friends Arturs, a good country boy, was mugged this week on a once in a year visit to Riga. It was in broad daylight, on a main road near shops and by the main tram turnaround point. After losing his bag and wallet and having had a bit of a scuffle he went into the nearest shop, a flower seller, to wash the blood off his hands. He was delighted to find that he was unhurt and the blood on his hand wasn't his. He was lucky. Hopefully the muggers will think twice next time.