Endless Panic

Fears of Tomorrow

Let’s hope 2025 doesn’t rattle us the way 1925 shook our ancestors. That January, chilling rumors swept through towns and villages—floods would drown the land, Bolsheviks would invade, earthquakes would strike, or a falling star would wipe out Lithuania and Latvia.

February 6th was marked as the end of the world—or so people whispered in marketplaces and taverns. One schoolgirl even wrote in her diary, “We waited for storms to rise, the earth to shake, and a star to fall and crush us into dust.”

The panic didn’t stop at Lithuania. In Latvia, some farmers sold their belongings and retreated to makeshift shelters in the forest, bracing for the apocalypse.

But February 6th came and went. The earth didn’t split, and the stars stayed put. Still, end-of-the-world rumors didn’t vanish—they simply found new dates.