“And at that instant, I was six and half years old again, watching the two arresting officers - a man and a woman dressed in quasi-military olive-drab uniforms - opening the door of our wardrobe, running their hands over every… — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“The first sign of madness is a howl that, once uncorked, cannot stop.” — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“And at that instant, I was six and half years old again, watching the two arresting officers - a man and a woman dressed… — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“And then, a second surprise: for the first time in my adult life I was not leaping to become my mother's judge, or her… — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“But sometimes this hatred broke like a wave, unexplainably collapsing under its own weight, and before it would begin to well up again, she… — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“I mourned now because when she had been alive I had not understood her. To the end, she frustrated my understanding, defied it with… — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“A memory is a difficult thing to judge from a distance. Did the details unfold as the child perceived them?” — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“And suddenly, having waited so long to hold it in my hands, I felt paralyzed to read it. Certainly, I was unable to read… — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“Old age made you discover that it wasn't the big mistakes but the small ones that laid claim to your regrets. That she had… — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“It was hard to tell if he was smiling or sneering. His face seemed to say, "Yes, this is also an answer, but not… — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
“What is more human than having our cruelty incited by another's weakness?” — Sana Krasikov Copy Share Image
