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I sometimes dream that I’m a prisoner. For days, years. I’m only free at night, for a few hours toward morning. During those hours I can walk around. But I don’t know where to go. All the people I…
Contributor:
Barbara Honigmann
Places:
Strasbourg, France
Date:
1996
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“Dearest Volodechka!” Mother shouted. “Happy birthday…! Happy new beginning…! Your father and I wish you a brilliant future…! Much success…! You’re a talented young man…! The economy’s improving…! We…
Contributor:
Gary Shteyngart
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
2002