Stories about russian orphans

Hey Andre, I’m sorry.

I first met you in 2007. The room at Orphanage #2 was crowded and stuffy, and there were new shoes everywhere. You waited patiently as each child was seated...

Tick-tick-tick. There is life here.

The metronome ticks. St Petersburg is alive. The sun rose over the Niva River as we journeyed to Orphanage 60 to speak to teens preparing for graduation. 60 is...