Dina

Dina. Dinah. Deena… My 26 years old Kotik (little kitten) moved away two weeks ago…

Park Slope, Brooklyn. This is where she lives now… An hour and half away from me…

Going Home from Brooklyn....

An old man is playing sax…. At first, I thought he was drunk… then, while waiting for my #1 train (late at night it may take up to 30 minutes, unfortunately) I was watching him: his wrists were swollen, his feet – crippled…. The tunes he played, at times, sounded crippled too: tired, broken, incoherent…. Yet, there were moments, when it sounded free and sweet and sexy, taking the listener into the warmth and spiciness of enchanting New Orleans…

14th street station. One of the ugliest and dirtiest station in NYC, where nasty rats are looking at passengers above and trying to make an eye contact begging for scraps of food…

“Tomorrow”

...Tomorrow is just another day,
Yet, people shall remember to be kind…
And every evening everyone would say,
“Today I made ten people smile…”