Him

He grew up under the last remnants of Communism – red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who was in charge of a smattering of spa towns, and an opera singer. I remember the first time I saw him, as he entered my classroom, tardy and with earbuds. His smile, his eyes. How little I knew then. We became the best […]

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