28 July 2010. The afternoon in Oceanside, on Fowles Street, the year 1991, Dad sitting on the low couch, opposite the television, which is showing the news. It's the precise moment when the Soviet flag iss being lowered for the last time from over the Kremlin. I remember watching his face--wondering at his thoughts, after more than seven decades... But his expression didn't tell me, it was impossible to know...
Ispitania...
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(Note on the drawing--Perhaps inevitably, not entirely my father, but an overlapping of the shape of his head with that of my own, and with my brother Peter's. As if the finding--the discovery--must always involve the three of us.)
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