Emily and Omar

In the Hell of the endless Brooklyn night on the crossroads of wars, perestroika, the sleeping terrorist cell waiting to explode in the middle of life, the unshaved face in the window cell looks in fear at angry Atlantic Ocean loudly arguing with ghosts of American Dickinson and Persian Khayyam. Great sinner Omar! You thought that the more you have, women and wine, the closer you are to God? Bullshit! God does not exist; a man drinks only because the … Read on…