“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“Flies seem to be a stable value, just like mythology, for instance. Flies could be asked to comment on current events.”
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248 pgs, 20 × 14 cm, Softcover, 2018,