Whether to stay or leave when one’s country is at a frightening crossroads.
The Hedgehog Review, March 6, 2023
By the time my dad settled in Los Angeles at the age of thirty-nine, he had lived in four countries: Georgia, Russia, Israel, and the United States. My mom had been unable to cope with the last emigration, and after six months, made her way back to Israel—with me in tow. I was six. Two years later, it became clear that my mother was unable to raise me, and I returned to Los Angeles to live with my dad. I was eight and had lived in two countries. . .
