By Dr. Ausra Maldeikiene
When I’m really happy, I cry: happiness is somewhere deep in the throat and it is excited by hope and light-carrying tears. Then, on March 11, 1990, I waited with tears in my eyes while watching television until late evening. Then, right after I heard the words proclaiming Lithuania’s Independence, sipped a glass of cognac – I remember that we had no champagne at home, and we all wanted the freedom to raise the glass of the most precious drink possible. True, the tears







