Excerpt from Before It Disappears
SYLVIA IPARRAGUIRRE
Unannounced, the past invades the Russian literature class one autumn morning in Buenos Aires. I'm facing one of the windows of the museum library, talking about Pushkin. It's raining outside and I allow myself a few seconds' pause—after all, I'm the one teaching the class.
Unannounced, the past invades the Russian literature class one autumn morning in Buenos Aires. I'm facing one of the windows of the museum library, talking about Pushkin. It's raining outside and I allow myself a few seconds' pause—after all, I'm the one teaching the class.
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