Tag: Helen Betya Rubenstein

| By Helen Betya Rubinstein

[ Issue Issue #3 ]

In Kishinev

In Kishinev two boys came from the hotel to pick us up. They held out a sign with our names on it, nodded privyet, and walked us to a sporty red Fiat. Inside, the familiar rumble of ignition, then a blast of club music that got turned down. From our spot low to the ground …