In nature, summer must be before the breath of autumn rapidly shakes off barren discolored leaves. All my life I improvised adapting to customs of yet another country – a new beginning in three continents; a magician wearing many hats – a stranger in foreign lands.
Learning, speaking, mastering different languages, life force survived not transformed the solitude that comes with being a second generation survivor.
In sleep we close our eyes yet see visions that set our soul on fire; past present future one two three do re mi libretti inspired by desire – redemption upon awakening, awaiting the second generation survivor.
By a Second Generation Survivor
ONI.
Club 2G at The Boro Park Y 