Unexpected Sunday Meeting
GORGEOUS MORNING in the awakened city, fresh new green, the angled rays of the sun glittering in spiders’ webs, birds twittering, the fragrance of buds, grass drenched in dew, the air cool, bees hovering around blossoming branches,
Sunday, the tolling of a distant bell...
Spring in Chisinau!
It had been months since I was liberated from the Strict-Regime Colony in
Northern Russia. Behind me were dozens of blood transfusions, restorative dental tortures, and scary talks with a cardiologist. A week ago, I had finally obtained my so-so bill of health and now was waiting patiently
