Efim KrishtalHaikuCloud in the sky,with gold edge, like an angel.I say, stay a moment.Telling Tales71efim krishtalEfim Krishtal, originally from Moscow, Russia, has been in the United Statesfor two and a half years. He says, “I am 73. I never wrote verses, even to myfavorite wife, and here I have suddenly published a Japanese poem, written bya Russian writer, in English. It is a fantasy. Most helpful for me are the teachersfrom the Riverside Language Program—Lindsay Pearson and Maria Neuda.”The Riverside Language Program is part <strong>of</strong> the <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> Public Library.
abdullah jubaerabdullah jubaer Telling Tales72One Day Inside the Embassywho put this thing here?” asked a security guard, patrolling the waitingroom in the American embassy in Bangladesh.Nobody responded.There were about 50 people sitting on benches near the front, in the bigwaiting room, in the process <strong>of</strong> getting their visas. The security guard pointedto the empty bench in the last row, near the west corner wall, and repeated herquestion. Everyone in the room stopped talking and looked in her direction withcurious eyes, but they were unable to see what was underneath the bench. Again,nobody answered. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop in the room.Then the guard talked to someone on her walkie-talkie.“This is Jue. There is a suspicious object in the waiting room. I cannot seewhat is inside. Send someone here to check it. Over.”“Nobody comes to this side,” she announced. “And nobody touches it.”Then she left the room.Meanwhile, since the waiting room had no doors, people were allowed t<strong>of</strong>reely enter and leave, but no one dared to get close to the bench.After a few minutes, Jue returned with another female guard. She askedJue, “Where is the thing?” Jue showed her where it was. From a couple <strong>of</strong> feetaway, the second guard looked it over for some time. Then she stretched outher right hand and circled a metal detector over the object a few times, until thedetector started to beep. She turned and asked the people, “Who is the owner <strong>of</strong>this thing?”People just looked at her; no one said anything. Not a single person madeany sound. She left the room, leaving Jue there. Every five minutes, another guardwould come to keep an eye on the suspicious object. Half an hour later, the femaleguard who left earlier returned with an embassy <strong>of</strong>ficer. The <strong>of</strong>ficer angrily said,“What nonsensical behavior!” Some <strong>of</strong> the people were there to apply for a visaand others were there with interview appointments. He went straight to the
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CONTENTSINTRODUCTIONgallatin alumna
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amanda rodriguez An Angel Without W
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khady gueye The Best Job I Have Eve
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IntroductionNext year, for the 10th
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LIVING INNEW YORK CITYkee fong liu
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Josephine LamLifesaverlate one nigh
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NYPL ESOL ProgramsOutreach Services