On a hotel bed, with ‘Friends’ on TV.
“You know, when I was last in Riga, I was 17. Now I’m 53. Riga has changed a lot. I live in America and I have a feeling that Riga looks like a small Manhattan. — No, Riga does not resemble Manhattan at all.”
“Air Malta. Edward D. sits next to me on the plane. Interesting dude. Management consultant. I secretly want him to ask and console me about my life, but I don’t dare to say so openly. “What does it take to be a good manager?” I ask instead. “Well, you have to be at ease with yourself.” Thank G that’s easy.”
“There are Sundays that I spend in my pyjamas, too lazy to even walk down the stairs for a smoke, because there will be people there. So I have to go at night. In Jerusalem I lived next to a big park frequented by porcupines. Since it was Israel, I could go outside at four in the morning wearing pyjamas and Crocs, and no one would care.”
“When my father was asked for his name, he would say, “Misha.” So he remained Misha for many years. For a while, I couldn’t understand this duplicity. Why or how could you be ashamed or afraid? Much later, when someone would tease me or other kids by calling us “Abrasha” or “Yoshik”, I understood.”
“Flies seem to be a stable value, just like mythology, for instance. Flies could be asked to comment on current events.”
Bilingual (English / Latvian) with a side of Russian.
140 mm x 200 mm.
Printed at Jelgavas tipogrāfija, Latvia.