In Moscow, you would hear gunshots and even explosions at night. Kiosks, kiosks…kiosks everywhere…Mama started working for an Azerbaijani, he owned two kiosks, one selling fruit and the other fish. “It’s a job, and you don’t get any days off. Not a single one.” But here’s the rub—Mama was too embarrassed to sell things. Who would have guessed! The first day was the worst: She arranged the fruit then hid, peeking out from behind a tree. She pulled her hat way down over her face so that no one could recognize her. The next day, she gave a little gypsy boy a plum…The owner noticed and yelled at
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