29 March 2010. Fine mist, two lifeguard girls--Alex and Iliana, bending forward towards small office window, smiling... Later--man with paper cup, held at an angle, his rumpled stocking cap, begging in the rain...
Astrakhan, an Ahiska girl with her child, traditional dress. White head-covering over simple features, pale hair. Peoples of Central Asia, Turkik languages, their migrations brought them west (fleeing the advance of even more powerful peoples). A caravan of horses and yurts, arid landscape, rough hills. Image of princess with high crown--a narrow towered headress, dark silhouette in red against long horizon. An invention of now--video realm, whereas the grandmothers in Soviet-era garb, worn jacket layers, flowered skirts and shawls, deepset eyes and scanty teeth, their arms around a boy, at once tough and uncertain--one lock of dark hair, pommade, combed down over his forehead...
Pesach...
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