“I am from Prague; it is capital of Czech Republic.”
“Right right right. Bet there’s nothing in Czechoslovakia like Co-Op City. We’re getting off here, and I’ll show you something.” The compulsion nagged to be a good host and to possibly expose Uri to the things that all visitors should see in New York besides newly born bagels and Disney Broadway productions.
A subway to a bus to a walk led them to the exterior of Co-Op City—stark because of its isolation and space. The bricks reddened with the rising day, and Uri felt the sun directly on his cheek through a miasmic, cigar-smoke haze. They looked like abandoned pillars from a factory outside of Prague he had never thought to remember until this moment. Uri touched one misshapen pentagon on the chain-link fence. He stared through the lin
