I cried when I wrote about the deaths of the people I’d come to know as I created this memoir, Writing I found I’d become truly invested in Lajos and Izabella’s determination to
Crossing the Road
Every day I would see them without seeing them, head down, caught in my thoughts. Dregs littering the pavement, a loser’s life in your face, the kind of blank hopeless eyes you want to avoid, skirting a wide path and holding your breath to avoid inha
