/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: tasyawilliams https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png If you stop me on the street and ask me who I am I would be caught off guard… -Pedestrian, I guess… I do not drive… I love walking in the snow… in the rain… in the heat… Moments of my many lives recreated in the rhythm of steps…. I came from somewhere else and my accent exposes my foreign roots… Russian, you guess… Yes, a Russian Jew from Kiev… Born in Moscow across from Red Square… American by choice. A foster child of this fast-paced mother who does not baby anyone: Hers, or adopted, we fare as best we can… But when she cries, we rally together to comfort her. I dream my Marxist dreams in English, But if you wake me up unexpectedly, I mutter in Russian