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“Rūta,” she wrote. “I know this is insane. But the internet just spent an hour redirecting me to Lithuania. Every single page. Even my bank. And then I saw that photo of us. I’m sorry. For everything. For the dress. For the twenty years. Are you still making šaltibarščiai that turns your whole kitchen pink?”

She opened it. No text. Just a single photo attachment: a grainy, early-2000s digital picture of two teenage girls in matching ugly sweaters, arms around each other, laughing in front of a Christmas tree. One was Elena. The other was her childhood best friend, Rūta. redirected uz lietuva online

She closed the laptop. But the redirects didn’t stop. Over the next hour, every site she visited—news, weather, even her online banking—briefly flashed a Lithuanian version before correcting itself. She saw headlines about a folk festival in Anykščiai. A recipe for šaltibarščiai (cold beetroot soup) on a cooking blog. A live webcam of the Cathedral Square in Vilnius, where a light rain was falling on the cobblestones. “Rūta,” she wrote