In the famous Café Gijón, one of the oldest cafes of Madrid, I recently told a friend how much I am struggling to make it as an artist in Spain. When I present my portfolio I introduce myself as an American, in hopes of awakening some kind of interest. My friend looked at me quizzically. "Why don't you say you are a Russian-American?" she asks. "It'll sound a lot more interesting."
The Guardian: In the USSR I was a Jew in a sea of Russians. In America, I am just me
A participant in the Jewish Demonstration in front the Moscow's Lenin's Library on April 14, 1988 wear large yellow stars to draw attention on the situation of the Jewish people in USSR.
