I´ve found a beautiful citation from Marija Gimbutas, one of the best researcher of Baltic History.
"(...) At certain moments here <in USA> I have visualized the hills and slopes shrouded with green oaks as seen from the castle hill of Gediminas in Vilnius, my native city in the heart of the Baltic lands, from which I am separated by almost twenty years. The Californian sand dunes, at Carmel, remind me of the pure white sands of Palanga, where I used to collect handfuls of amber; and the sunsets in the Pacific, of the peacefully sinking sun as it disappeared into the Baltic Sea, beyond where, to the west, my forefathers thought was the cosmic tree, the axis of the world, holding up the arch of the sky. (...)"
"(...) At certain moments here <in USA> I have visualized the hills and slopes shrouded with green oaks as seen from the castle hill of Gediminas in Vilnius, my native city in the heart of the Baltic lands, from which I am separated by almost twenty years. The Californian sand dunes, at Carmel, remind me of the pure white sands of Palanga, where I used to collect handfuls of amber; and the sunsets in the Pacific, of the peacefully sinking sun as it disappeared into the Baltic Sea, beyond where, to the west, my forefathers thought was the cosmic tree, the axis of the world, holding up the arch of the sky. (...)"
 "(...) The scenery in these lands is most beautiful in late spring  and early summer, when the ears form on the fresh green shoots of the  rye, flax blossoms in a soft blue, and the morning lark trills above  field and meadow. At this season too is heard the song of the  nightingale, the call of the cuckoo, and the music of many other birds  and insects. Storks with their nests atop farmers’ houses are also  inseparable from the landscape. In some remote villages, in the middle  of the network of lakes and at the edges of large forests, far from the  trade routes and towns, lived people who up to quite recently were not  much concerned about the outer world. So completely absorbed were they  by the life-bringing natural forces, the rotation of the year’s seasons,  and by their work in the fields, that their way of life, their  language, beliefs, and customs remained little changed down the ages.  Seen from a distance, their low houses with thatched roofs look like  mushrooms harmonizing with the landscape; but one has only to visit the  homesteads themselves to see how much love and care was invested in the  decoration of doors, window shutters, corner projections, porches,  gables, colonnades in front of storehouses, dower chests, spindle  wheels, washing-beetles, and other furnishings. Houses were surrounded  by a variety of flowers and large trees, usually linden, maple, elm or  oak. (...)"
 

 





