Dina Friedman
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A Complete Life
The soft, yellow fruit I just bit into didn’t taste like I imagined it would. I tried one more time before abandoning it. That was my first taste of a banana, at the age of 6. In the former Soviet Union that seemingly ordinary supermarket staple was just one of many things citizens weren’t able to access. As a child, biting into my first one on the streets of Vienna, after having to conquer the novel unwrapping process, it was my first realization that a lot of surprises were looming, some unpleasant ones and some thrilling.
By Dina Friedman4 years ago in Humans
The Laight Street Bridge
Every day I walked and I found heaven in each step. I walked for hours through the city, giddy with freedom, wearing heavy headphones and never stopping, never even feeling tired. She was gone and with her presence all the bitterness had dissipated and my wounds had healed, the same circumstances that had destroyed her had healed me, or so it seemed. I wore her perfume and some of her clothes, when the occasion supported it, most were too chic and high end for a high school Senior. I felt everything deeply, as before, but now those swells were always dreamy, ecstatic, my inner life was unfettered and unchecked. I even felt closer than ever to her. I had her tucked away and when we met it was on my terms. She could no longer ever hurt me again, there wasn’t a cruel word or a sharp hand that could reach me now. I could run wild on the inside, never having to retreat to that strange, uninhabited place in the back of my mind, and so I never felt lonely.
By Dina Friedman4 years ago in Confessions
