When the old grandmother STARTED SINGING, Ivan FROZE, recalling the voice of his mother who had disappeared 45 years ago.
Ivan stood near the subway exit, pressed against the wall to shield himself from the persistent autumn rain that had been lightly and insistently scratching at the skin and clothes of passersby for over an hour. The wind whistled between the buildings, tearing drops off umbrellas and throwing them straight into faces. The world around … Read more