My sister’s and my generation seems an aberration of forgetful entitlement next to the people who moved in that golden world, born in the darkness of the Europe they managed to flee...
Maybe it was an attraction of character, or even of souls. Whatever it was that drew us to one another, we did a lot of smiling, and stepping on each other’s feet when we danced.
I’d enter the game with all the belief that comes naturally to a theatrically inclined child—it takes a good audience to see the truth of a good actor...
It was the beginning that I would only see in hindsight, backwards in time, after learning again and again that such mercy exists—exists, secretly in concrete streets...