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170 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 2018
At last, seeing joy in our faces, he smiles himself in response. His moist, amber eyes, shielded by heavy eyelids, sparkle with satisfaction in the sun. The noontime rays slink into the home's most out-of-the-way crannies, even under the low eaves of the entryway. Time hangs suspended in the current of hot air and stretches into decades. A lazy breeze carelessly tosses up a cobweb, white like Yanko's hair.
p. 123
Somewhere in the background, music arises once again. The villagers are beating out the rhythm that we heard when we first arrived: with the rocks under their feet, the plates in their kitchens, the shuffling of their slippers, the barking of their dogs, the latching of their gates, the unbolting of their doors, the creaking of hand water pumps, the plucking of overripe cherries, and the soft rustling that pulsates in time with it all.
p. 125
The Gagauzes, like Ukrainians, have few reasons for fondness toward the Soviet Union. They too suffered, both from repressions and wide-scale famine - particularly in 1946 and 1947, when these tactics were used to herd people into collective farms.
p. 99
Everything changed in 1946, when the eastern part of the settlement went to the Soviet Union, and the western part to the Czechoslovak Socialist Republic. Selementsi was broken in half like a loaf of bread. [...]
From behind this barbed wire, a bride in a white dress would wave to her mother, unable to embrace her. From behind the wire, people bid farewell to their deceased as they gazed at a casket displayed on the far side of the border. From behind the barbed wire, grandmothers watched their children grow. So it was for fifty-nine years.
p. 55 - 56
That is the question we need to be asking ourselves time and again. There are few things in this world as dangerous as an aspiration to linguistic and cultural homogeneity, and there are few things as sad as an unwillingness to unwind this process and examine what survived under the steamroller of history: all those scattered crystals, keepsakes, and "little secrets".
p. 11