100 years ago…
One snowy evening, just before the 1926 solstice, as the busy offices of central Riga were preparing to close and the lights of the coming night began to glow in street lamps and restaurants, a grey-haired elderly woman cautiously entered the marble banking hall of the Riga Stock Exchange Bank, fresh snowflakes sparkling on her grey woollen shawl. “I have come to deposit a Christmas secret for safekeeping,” she said hesitantly to the stern bank manager, who looked impatiently at her across the large oak counter, as though there were nothing in all of Riga that could not be entered in a ledger and locked in an iron safe. Just before the end of the working day, the secret was deposited in the Stock Exchange Bank’s vaults. “A bank’s order is its soul,” the manager said to herself.

