Crossing into the old city took the better part of the day when you were as hungry as we were, which was not a nutritional hunger but rather something deeply emotional.
forthcoming from Dorothy, a publishing project Oct. 2013 People kept saying other people were fleeing the city and pointed to themselves. We became third persons, but not arrogantly so. I referred to myself as Ana Patova, and said, Ana Patova must have left. For a moment I thought I would sell my home and wrote in our newspaper, Ana Patova wishes to sell her home; she is leaving.