Category: Read

“I feel a hand on my shoulder and before I know what’s happening I’m pulled under a grape-seller’s tent. My apparent savior looks at me like I’m crazy: what on earth was I doing out there in the rain? I give him an obliging smile and he offers me a cigarette. My tentmates, though dripping…

“This was not, in other words, the Warsaw of Western imagination.”

“I must be back in America. It’s difficult to keep track sometimes, and to occupy myself I try to count the number of time zones I’ve crossed. What time is it where I’ve come from? What time is it at home? And where is home anymore?”

“I’m being followed.”