I am a woman, wearing white. Today is not my wedding day. I am lying down on a pristine white bed. The shape I take on the bed, and the shape of my cheekbones, well, I can only describe those as American Beauty. My lips are painted red, but when…

I would like to tell you about the snacks of my youth. More specifically, about the snacks of my 1990s, early post-Soviet, Ukraine, youth. In Ukraine, we were big fans of putting various items on bread and eating them. My favourite thing growing up was a slice of buttered bread…