Each carpet runner, each ash grey tablecloth has a soul. „Go wind on the soul!” says one weaver to the other
– an instruction to prepare the warp, the base yarns. To get the best results Latvians believe that one
must laugh heartily when one starts weaving. Thread by thread and then the wool starts to talk. About
the deep dark night and the moss green grass where the sheep do graze in their woolly coats. About the
daughters who sing in the world’s greatest opera houses but still know how to weave their own folk costumes.
And about the weaver whose house smells of lemon because she grows one in a pot.