My life in the Evil Empire
The life that I can remember, began when I was three years old and my family moved into a new apartment.
In times of the Evil Empire, aka USSR, people were not buying their homes, but were receiving them infinitely and free of charge from the state.
Our life in our new apartment was happening on the 10th floor behind the door number 40. There were the three of us: Mama, Papa and I. When I was looking up at my mom, I was seeing a tall, graceful form with a beautiful face and blonde hair. Troubled look in my mother’s eyes rarely met mine, as she was incessantly trying to find herself. The thing is – my Mother was an actress but she chose to give up her calling to raise me.
Father was an artist too! And he was lost as well… His confusion of life was expressed in harsh, rigid movements, inexplicable gaiety and terse conversations. It happened for him to dedicate himself completely and passionately to the business that he didn’t know how to do: the process was always one of suffering and the result was never a surprise.