WHERE ARE YOU, LYOV?
When weakness finally dominates inside and out,
Then your healing hand becomes a necessity,
And when life is fully succumbing in all parts of the human spirit,
Help is always needed there because there is nothing else...
Grigor Narekatsi, Book of Lamentations
Where are you, Lyov?
I have been searching for you for three weeks. I come here and I freeze like a rock in the empty space where your books used to be carefully piled. Where are those banana boxes that used to fill up this empty space? Those old, torn boxes with the tags “Bonanzal” and “Adria” in which you were supposed to carry bananas, but which you used to hold books instead. Your boxes were falling apart because you were one of the first book salesmen that arrived at the Vernissage. Maybe you just burn
