Pervalka. Come here to forget.

Pervalka is zero ATMs, no Wi-fi, 1 shop, one bike rental, 2 fish smoking spots, 3 restaurants, 45 residents, 1 sea and a single pine forest heading there.

Pervalka is the smallest fishermen village in all Curonian Spit, established in 1844. It’s a statement to contemporary civilization which sometimes tries to forget itself. Like a wish your phone battery would run low, your work email get stuck or 4pm Friday meeting get cancelled.

Pervalka is a cup of coffee on the coast, swimming alone in the sea at 8am, falling asleep on the beach with a book in your hands. And if that’s enough, then you would finally forget citylife.

To me, Pervalka keep associations with two characters: owner of the grocery store - Daiva, and Zolenas, the fisherman. Daiva has excellent skills of a salesman, because even a vegetarian might leave her shop with a half kilo of meat and someone on a diet would definitely get 3 fresh croissants with chocolate filling. Daiva has a super convincing personality.

Meanwhile Zolenas lives in a house with a war and travellers association monument at his yard, with a white dog which never dies and fish smoking place: if you arrive there after 9:30am, you will find a decent queue waiting for some freshly smoked bream, perch, mackerel, eel. Besides that, no one remembers that there was a time when Zolenas didn’t work here.

Also to me, Pervalka means a village missing just a right amount of comfort, which makes you feel slightly messed-up, wearing the same summer shorts for a week, walking a meadow which was forgot to be cut and meeting the fullmoon on the mall, having your home leggings and slippers on.

Come here to forget.

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