I placed the recorder in front of him. He chuckled and said, “This thing is scary.”“I used to have a more discreet recorder,” I replied, “but it broke.” “Where’s your space for relaxation?”“Probably in the distant past. It’s not here yet.”“And what was in the distant past?”“There was a bed. But I can’t really sayContinue reading “Vlad Zorin”
