Sana Krasikov

“The first sign of madness is a howl that, once uncorked, cannot stop.”

— Sana Krasikov

“And at that instant, I was six and half years old again, watching the two arresting officers - a man and a…

— Sana Krasikov

“And then, a second surprise: for the first time in my adult life I was not leaping to become my mother's judge,…

— Sana Krasikov

“But sometimes this hatred broke like a wave, unexplainably collapsing under its own weight, and before it would begin to well up…

— Sana Krasikov

“I mourned now because when she had been alive I had not understood her. To the end, she frustrated my understanding, defied…

— Sana Krasikov

“A memory is a difficult thing to judge from a distance. Did the details unfold as the child perceived them?”

— Sana Krasikov

“And suddenly, having waited so long to hold it in my hands, I felt paralyzed to read it. Certainly, I was unable…

— Sana Krasikov

“Old age made you discover that it wasn't the big mistakes but the small ones that laid claim to your regrets. That…

— Sana Krasikov

“It was hard to tell if he was smiling or sneering. His face seemed to say, "Yes, this is also an answer,…

— Sana Krasikov

“What is more human than having our cruelty incited by another's weakness?”

— Sana Krasikov