by Elena Gorokhova, The Jerusalem Post, March 13, 2015
On her first full day in the United States, Elena Gorokhova awoke with images floating in her memory: of her bed in Leningrad, with its white duvet and square pillow, in the room she shared with her mother; and of sitting in front of a mirror, “where nothing interesting was ever reflected.”
As “alien objects” – a dresser, a television, a wool blanket – come into focus, however, Elena understands she is no longer home.
