The Perfect Borscht Is What

The Perfect Borscht Is What Life Should Be But Never Is.

When I Found Myself In The U.s., And The War Was At Full Swing In Bosnia, I Read For Survival - It Was A Means Of Thought Resuscitation.

We Knew - But Didn't Want To Know - What Was Going To Happen, The Sky Descending Upon Our Heads Like The Shadow Of A Falling Piano In A Cartoon.

What You Demand From Storytelling Is A Moral - Even Political - Import. I Tend To Shun That Didactic Aspect.

I Dont Make Notes For Myself Because I Either Lose Them Or They Make No Sense To Me At All. I Once Found A Piece Of Paper With The Note: Everything. Apparently I Made A Note To Myself Not To Forget Everything!