27 Nov 2010


Along the stretch of a deserted coastline, we happened to glimpse a cafe by the water, suspended in a perfect evening, cool and blue, its wicker tables flickering with candles. 'Let's go have a glass of wine,' my father said. But we were tired-my parents had just flown from Russia, I from America. It was only our first evening here, my mother and I said. Let's no rush things; we'll come back. 'We'll never come back,' my father replied. 'Things that aren't done right away are never done.' We laughed, but he was right: we stayed there for two weeks, and every evening something happened to prevent us from returning.

Olga Grushin in "Granta 104".

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