::: Sometime in July or August 1983 ::: I’m standing next to my father, on his right side, my mother at his other side. I’m holding my dad’s hand, I am nine years old and very confused. People are whispering in a language that I don’t understand. We are in Moscow, on the Red Square, […]

I remember back in kindergarten… I think I was about seven or eight, and I had a friend, Mirko, who was my best buddy. We used to do everything together, played soccer with the other kids, hide and seek, cowboys and indians, constructing all sorts of stuff in the sandbox, well, you know the deal […]